Pain shoots through the shot glass
Not another day for me
Rain shoots through red galoshes
Romance seems to elude me

Never been good with matters of the heart
Have always been too passion-minded
Never been good with the terms of art
I've always called things what they seemed.

And the truth is,
The thought of you
Still keeps me breathing.
And the truth is,
The thought of you
Keeps me breathing.

Remember when you left me on the dry grass?
The green was gray from snow
Remember when you left me cryin'?
And the way it made you slow

Never've been good with matters of the heart
Was always too absent-minded
Never been good with your last glances
Have trouble with your goodbyes?

But the truth is,
The thought of you
Still keeps me breathing
And the truth is,
The thought of you
Keeps me breathing

Thunder beats on the attic
As I write down these songs
Incense stirs up the ashes
As I burn all my wrongs

Never been good with matters of the art
The hurt from love keeps me slighted
Never been good with the terms of love
And the ones it leaves behind.

But the truth is,
The thought of you
Still keeps me breathing
Oh the truth -
Without the thought of you
I would never...
Keep on breathing