When I hold my breath, your lungs collapse In a dream perhaps on one of those days when I hold my tongue It all comes back in a hated way If I said the words, you could sleep now If I said the words Her magistrate will concentrate In attempts to show no signs of hate When I hold my breath, your lungs collapse In a dream perhaps on one of those days when I hold my tongue It all comes back in a hated way If I said the words, I could sleep now Can't say the words Her magistrate will concentrate In attempts to show no signs of hate