Lyrics Christopher Dallman

Christopher Dallman

Hard To Breathe

First the party was in moonlight

Then it bled into the day

Then the party went and swallowed

each 24 hours of the day

When it gets hard to breathe

don't breathe to hard

when those ghosts line up

in your own backyard

each one an old regret

you can't disregard

It gets hard to breathe

so don't breathe too hard

Then there is the matter of the telephone

I just let it ring and ring

I guess somewhere along the line

in fantasy and fancy wine

I forgot the simplest thing

When it gets hard to breathe

don't breathe to hard

when those ghosts line up

in your own backyard

each one an old regret

you can't disregard

It gets hard to breathe

so don't breathe too hard

First the party was in moonlight

Then it bled into the day

I guess if I'm going to find

something close to peace of mind

I better be changing my ways

When it gets hard to breathe

don't breathe to hard

when those ghosts line up

in your own backyard

each one an old regret

you can't disregard

It gets hard to breathe

so don't breathe too hard