Testo: Matt Pond PA. Foreign Bedroom.

It's hard to breathe in foreign bedrooms
When you can't find sleep, you've lost your sleep
It's coming clean, you don't like dreaming
The way your mind should go alone

Deep in the night
With the halos around the lights
There's nothing to hold
It's all letting go, don't you know it ?

I waited for one single phone call
Stopping time, stopping time
I'll have one more, I can't stop staring
At these white walls, these white walls

Deep in the night
With the halos around the lights
There's nothing to hold
It's all letting go, don't you know it?
There's nothing to hold
It's all letting go, don't you know it?

When the pressure in the air is changing
Stars are coming clean
Purity is only something
People get to see in dreams

I have far too many visions
I need so much less to see
The coldest air is what I need
The shock that will help me to breathe

Turn around your thinking comet
Satellites are all you see
Make a fire, give up on thinking
Address ourselves to simple needs

I won't think of telephones
And I won't think of growing old
I will think complete forgiving
I will think of you and me

It's hard to breathe in foreign bedrooms
You can't find sleep, you've lost your sleep
It's coming clean, you don't like dreaming
The way your mind should go alone

Deep in the night
With the halos around the lights
There's nothing to hold
It's all letting go, don't you know it?

Deep in the night
With the halos around the lights
There's nothing to hold
It's all letting go, don't you know it?

There's nothing to hold
It's all letting go, don't you know it?
There's nothing to hold
It's all letting go, don't you know it?