How does it feel now you're an astronaut standing tall?
How does it feel now the world you see is gone?
Is what you see like a kaleidoscope, a color coated screen?
Does it hide where you have been?
Hold on, it gets bigger than the sun
Hold on, it gets bigger
I like the way that you breathe in and out
I like the life that you lead here and now
I'd like to make you believe this time around
I like the way that you breathe in and out
How does it feel now you're an open book, misunderstood?
How does it feel now that you're left upon the shelf?
Does it reveal just a paragraph, a roughly drafted scene?
In a trashy magazine
Hold on, it gets bigger than the sun
Hold on it gets bigger
I like the way that you breathe in and out
I like the life that you lead here and now
I'd like to make you believe this time around
I like the way that you breathe in and out