One last cigarette
One last fading dream
One set of track into the sea
Footsteps off the balcony
And preacher I believe
In your shock therapy
I once was blind but now I see
Everything so clearly

And im breathing through my soul
And im breathing through it all
Im breathing through my soul

The firing squad will let you rest you head
Pucker up honey, any last requests?
Ill be breathing trough my soul
Fuck it up, romance ain?t dead
Pucker up honey and last requests?
Ill be breathing through my soul