Dylan James - Able To Breath

Trees covered in water, and dreams covered in leaves,
heads stare at me through the windows of greed.
Through the streaks of dawn, my head is finally clear,
and if you lay with me here,
I might be able to breath.

Please don't speak to me like that,
please don't speak to me so done.
Please don't speak to me like that,
please don't look at me so done.

Summer heat rises, and so does their fear.
Faces forgotten over the time so dear.
Water laps at my shoulders, bringing the answers so near,
and if you lay with me here,
I might be able to breath.

Please don't speak to me like that,
please don't look at me so done.
Please don't speak to me like that,
please don't look at me so done.