BREATHING SPACE
     

[Slow, call and response reggae].

Chaos in the streets and buildings
People rushing back and forth
Hiding from the earth and sky
They say to me
Where are your reasons
Where are your reasons to get up and meet the day?
Clouds gather round
Black and grumbling
But I can see a patch
Yes a patch of blue

Breathing space
We are just
Breathing space
You give me
Breathing space
Yes you give me
Breathing space

[first solo].

Seas are rough and waves are breaking
Birds drift broken in the sea
Whales are gasping on the sand
And just like me
Out of their element
Out of their element but somehow it's all right because
In every storm
There is a quiet place
A wooden cradle and a song
To rock it gently

Breathing space
We are just
Breathing space
You give me
Breathing space
Yes you give me
Breathing space

[second solo].

Bad wind blowing through the trees now
They are selling off the future
For a dollar and the dark unknown
And still the past
The past is screaming loud
But they can't hear it no, for they are dumb and deaf and blind
But you can hear
And you can see
And you can breathe
You can breathe with me
Because you give me

Breathing space
We are just
Breathing space
You give me
Breathing space
Yes you give me
Breathing space

Breathing space
We are just
Breathing space
You give me
Breathing space
Yes you give me
Breathing space

[repeat to end].



© David Lowe 1999