If I was waiting for the ink to dry, I'd be waiting all my life
Purgatory's got nothing on me, Purgatory's got nothing on me
When I breathe in I breathe in your name, and every song I write begins to sound the same
I hope you don't mind hearing it again
Lena
Winter where you're from could break the heart of any man
I beg the muse, watch it freeze, and thaw again
Purgatory's got nothing on me, Purgatory's got nothing on me
When I breathe in I breathe I the sun, to the west there's a sky and it's just begun
You know I don't mind chasing when you run
Lena