Brittle

Ooh

Let me make this your problem, 'cause I

Cannot bear it alone

All of my worrisome habits they haunt me

And settle in my bones

Tired as they were already

From the pressures they have known

Well the aching it leads to a splinter

A crack through which I've been shown

Shown

That the air that I breathe

Is as fleeting as me

And the dream that I weave

Is my only responsibility

Ooh

Let my soul persist a little longer

Than my body seems to care

Let me leave melody behind me

Like smoke heavy in the air

If my brittle fingers do finally petrify

I don't know how long I'll fare

But I've always preferred dried flowers

Much to my despair

And the air that I breathe

Is like poison to me

And the dream that I weave

Is my only responsibility

Ooh

So let me keep dreaming

Oh let me keep weaving

Oh let me stay breathing

Please

Let me keep dreaming

Oh let me keep weaving

Oh let me stay breathing

Please

Let me keep dreaming

Oh let me keep weaving

Oh let me stay breathing

Please