Now you look at me lost here on my street Another beautiful mind is changing To violently wake me from my dreams Another beautiful body is shaking All the doors that I opened are closing in All the words that I spoke now frozen And now that I'm taller, am I too thin? Now it's time to decide Would I rather be blind? I don't want to divide my own I don't want to rely on perfect home I just want to survive I just want to survive With rose-colored eyes It's in the trees of the forest, waiting It's in the smell of the wood we're burning It's in the touch of the pine, a change in my eyes I don't want to divide my own I don't want to rely on perfect home I just want to survive I just want to survive With rose-colored eyes I don't want to divide my own It's the beauty in the breathing As we sing our little songs It's the beauty in the breathing Even when the breathing's left As we sing our little songs In the hospital room It's the beauty in the breathing Even when the breathing's left Even when the breathing's left