My memory,
Hangs like the stain glass of the saints past history.
I bury deep, Saint Anthony.
I hear that he can help me find the things I need.

Alaska winters pray for end of summer days
But the sun won´t go away.
Just like me I´ll bet they really want to change.

I can run as far as London,
But my past has first class seats.

The lighthouse lost it´s beam.
Now all I see,
Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
I fear for my life,
That the current tonight,
Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.

So breathe you´re alive.
So breathe you´re alive.
So breathe you´re alive.

Is it just me,
Or do you wonder if we´re put here just to see,
How much heartache we can take,
Without hanging from the tallest tree?

I feel as lonely as a preachers wife.
My heart´s a Russian Knight.
I drink to try to melt the ice.

The Cold War in my mind.
The truth hides between the lines.

The lighthouse lost it´s beam.
And now all I see,
Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
I fear for my life,
That the current tonight,
Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.

So breathe you´re alive.
Breathe you´re alive.

Because we´ll make it through this,
No matter the odds.
all bets are on.
It´s always darkest just before the dawn.

The lighthouse lost it´s beam.
and now all I see,
Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
I fear for my life,
That the current tonight,
Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.

The lighthouse lost it´s beam.
and now all I see,
Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
I fear for my life,
That the current tonight,
Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.

So breathe you´re alive.
So breathe you´re alive.
So breathe you´re alive.