He's Sick, He appears to be going to hell
But every day he walks out of his front door
He knows its too beautiful to be here by coincidence
Walking down these sidewalks he feels a little bit numb
And as he walks by the trees he breathes and breathes
They're reminders of everything
That was made by fate
And all of this seems
Like a dream like a dream
He takes in everything
And feels their love
He takes in everything
And feels their love
Breathe
They're reminders of everything
That was made by fate
And all of this seems
Like a dream like a dream
You cant tell me that this was made from nothing
I'm a naysayer
I'm a fiend
They're reminders of everything
That was made by fate
And all of this seems
Like a dream like a dream