Lletres: Paradise Lost. Host. Ordinary Days.

Breathing life, as true as honest work
Breathing life, a truth for all it's worth
You want to seem to be as fragile as can be
I want to roll inside that shell you call a mind

Breathing life, as frail as insincere
Breathing life, too cold to shed a tear
You want to seem to be as fragile as can be
I want to see the things that I'm supposed to see
I want to know the fear that sits inside of me
I want to breathe the air like I was meant to on ordinary days

You want to seem to be as fragile as can be
I want to see the things that I'm supposed to see
I want to know the fear that sits inside of me
I want to breathe the air like I was meant to on ordinary days