The More You Hold Your Breath, The Less You Have (Live)

On the ocean floor,

lies a hidden door,

heaven knows it’s there, heaven knows it’s yours.

Would you care to see,

possibilities,

first you have to give up security.

Then it takes your friends,

the ones you’ll never have,

no wonder you release insecurity.

Why does it feel bad?

One would think you gave it all you had.

Why does it feel bad?

The more you hold your breath, the less you have.

If you prove unchanged,

do it every day,

‘til it forms an ally or your dying breath.

Would you care to see,

possibilities,

first you have to give up security.

Why does it feel bad?

One would think you gave it all you had.

Why does it feel bad?

The more you hold your breath, the less you have.

The more you hold your breath, the less you have.