But what kind of heart doesn't look back at the comfortable glow from the porch, the one I will still call yours?
All those words came undone and now I'm not the only one
facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns

All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for something, out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again