Listen, it's like someone's breathing, right?
Someone is breathing this weather
But not quite, not quite making it
As each time your breath is late
Something's dying
It's a little delayed
Can you hear that?

This is the room, after the show
The stage has been disassembled now
Taken down
Instruments packed
The stage lights are cut
The beer you just spilled on the floor has dried out
We're not far
Imagine that empty room
How calm it is, aftеr the storm
When the world is nеw

It is given
The here and now is a gift
You may take it or leave it
But I give it to you, nonetheless
It is given