If you feel all alone, flesh in a world of clonesnHave faith and listen to your deep internal microphonenI grew up weird and lean, the world was truly meannAnd just as arrogant as Christmas in JulynDegraded every day, I swore they all would paynYeah, I would rise above and dominate the world one daynOne of my closest friends, he didn't have it in himnCountdown, baby, now... 3, 2, 1nnThe air explodes and one more soldiernScreams into the skynnHey, my apologies, I wasn't listening.nMy wife is whispering, my boy is playing in the yardnSweet honey in the rock, we rock our local barnWe're far from famous man,nBut everyone knows who we arenI think of Philip now, about what might have beennIf his short story was a novel with a happy endnIf he were here today we'd hit the road and drivenEvery single day I wish he was alivennRight now our heat is slowly rising up into the airnTo feed the ghosts that breathe around usnThey are everywherennBreathe... baby, you can break it and breathenYou can rise above it allnBaby, you can break it, we can break it,nYou can break it and breathe