Breath in my Ear.

If this balcony was a thousand feet up

Maybe I'd jump.

If this blade was as sharp as your heart's knife

Maybe I'd take my life.

If this mirror stops lying to me

Maybe I'd change my ways and who I'd be,

If this water was meant for the likes of a draught like me

Maybe I'd drink my fill.

Ooh, does the nightingale cry when it sings its sweet song?

Ooh, does the shooting star weep when it flies across its sky?

Ooh, do you cry, do you sob, when you see me like this?

If this bed was laid with hidden daggers

Maybe I'd sleep.

If this food was filled with a secret poison

Maybe I'd eat.

If this love burned with even the embers of the broken fireplace in front of me

Maybe I'd dream.

Maybe I'd burn and dream.

Ooh, does the nightingale cry when it sings its sweet song?

Ooh, does the shooting star weep when it flies across its sky?

Ooh, do you cry, do you sob, when you see me like this?

I'm hiding from hope in this haunted whisper,

Bleeding from broken wounds, you don't need her,

Trying to outrun the stream of whispers and dreams ((whispers and dreams)).

Wondering which one to believe ((whispers and dreams)).

Ooh, does the nightingale cry when it sings its sweet song?

Ooh, does the shooting star weep when it flies across its sky?

Ooh, do you cry, do you sob, when you see me like this?