Come down Resurrect your second shot No, it doesn't matter If they make it out or not And I'm tired Of making out and making in Somewhere, out of space The days are getting thin And everyone Is looking at the floor Dust is in my mouth The leper's at the door There's a dream That stays beneath my home Sell me for a dime It's the house of broken stone And when we're all gone It'll still be the same The ghosts of my sons Are calling my name The heart in my head Is still beating fast But I still know The first will be last We wanna breathe We wanna breathe We wanna breathe We wanna breathe Well I hope we still can