starting to breathe feet on the ground smacking my face it's time to run the gun has shot violently I'm getting the clothes from shoes to hat I'm making myself who I really am bit I know something's burning and there's nothing else... pockets full of dreams in heaven the coast i guess is a place to rest and I'll try to get... the coast I guess is a place to rest I can feel the air blowing up around and I can see you're here hearing the sound it's coming down