Testo Fair Share Of Breathing

He picked up the map and smiled to himself
As he pictured the flight of the crow
And thought, 'What a book, that shows you your route
But tells you not if you should go'

And the days ricochet like the bullets whistle past
The horse and the lone cavalier
And the years fly by, like arrows from the sky Yet closer to foot soldier's ear

Travelled the world, I sailed the high seas
Plenty of times that I've been leaving
This time I'm going, and I ain't coming back
I've done my fair share of breathing
Stay on this planet just one minute more
What is it that I'll be achieving?
This time I'm going and I ain't coming back
I've done my fair share of breathing

He looked in the mirror and tutted out loud
And he ran his hands right through his hair
He could blame all the brushes and combs in the world
But the good stuff was no longer there
See, geography's searching for someone
And history's digging for same
Science is proving the earth is still moving
Whilst suffering this level of pain

Travelled the world, I sailed the high seas
Plenty of times that I've been leaving
This time I'm going, and I ain't coming back
I've done my fair share of breathing
Stay on this planet just one minute more
What is it that I'll be achieving?
This time I'm going and I ain't coming back
I've done my fair share of breathing

How come they built the graveyards so big?
How come they saved all that space?
They must have known we were coming
Could they tell from the look on our face?

So one January day, they'll take you away
At the bottom of a drive in the cold
Nose to the ground, fingers frozen around
The bouquet of flowers you hold

Nose to the ground, fingers frozen around
The bouquet of flowers you hold

Travelled the world, I sailed the high seas
Plenty of times that I've been leaving
This time I'm going, and I ain't coming back
I've done my fair share of breathing
Stay on this planet just one minute more
What is it that I'll be achieving?
This time I'm going and I ain't coming back
I've done my fair share of breathing