Breate This Air

Jon Hopkins
I wake and I miss the sea
Walk and I miss the ether
I sleep and I wish for not a thing at all
But the rest of the rest that will take me
The rest of the rest that will take me
(Breathe air)
Now which of these things, mother
Will give a dustless age
But none of them ours or will be
But they'll give and find need
Now which of these things, mother
Will give a dustless age
But none of them ours or will be
But they'll give and find need
I wake and I miss the sea
Walk and I miss the ether
I sleep and I wish for not a thing at all
But the rest of the rest will take me
The rest of the rest that will take me
Now which of these things, mother
Will give a dustless age
(Breathe air)
But none of them ours or will be
But they'll give and find need
The sea, the air, the earth or
not a thing at all
The sea, the air, the earth or
not a thing at all
But the rest of the rest of
The sea, the air, the earth or
not a thing at all
But the rest of the rest of
The sea, the air, the earth or
not a thing at all