Tim Eaton and The Highway Roses - Breathe

Roll up to my circus I'll show you
Illusions confusions galore
I'll hypnotise you with truths that are lies
Mesmerised you'll be begging for more
Now hold that thought

This organ is grinding a song that's a lie
And this monkey is grinding my gears
I'm high on alert for irrational hurt
But the stories are stored in my years
Now hold that thought

And Breathe
Just Breathe
Breathe
And hold that thought

Now the Sunday songs we're singing
Help to bring the, harvest in
Now it's Monday, new born baby
Born without a, trace of sin
Now it's Tuesday and we're building
And we seem to, know the plan
Now it's Wednesday and it's working
And we want to, hold hands
While we all sing
We all sing, the blues
Of our lives
Cause that's life

That's life
This beautiful life
These beautiful blues
These blues that I choose
These blues that I choose
These blues that I choose
These blues that I choose

And Breathe
Just Breathe
Breathe
And hold that thought

I've been provided assistance to guide me
To smooth out the bumps in my life
I'm not certain it's right but it's working
Sure beats living every night twice
Now hold that thought

Now the Sunday songs we're singing
Help to bring the, harvest in
Now it's Monday, new born baby
Born without a, trace of sin
Now it's Tuesday and we're building
And we seem to, know the plan
Now it's Wednesday and it's working
And we want to, hold hands
While we all sing
We all sing, the blues
Of our lives
Cause that's life

That's life
This beautiful life
These beautiful blues
These blues that I choose
Yeah that's life
This beautiful life
These beautiful blues
These blues that I choose
These blues that I choose
These blues that I choose
These blues that I choose

Breathe
Just Breathe
Breathe
And hold that thought

And Breathe
Just Breathe
Breathe

Breathe
Just Breathe
Breathe

Breathe
Just Breathe
Breathe

Breathe
Just Breathe
Breathe

Breathe
Just Breathe
Breathe

Written by:
Timothy Eaton

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