Breathing in Absentia

A cigarette for breakfast, 
as the tv bleats the news,
You feel sorry for yourself,
so the world can keep it’s blues.
It’s just another day where shame looks within,
And now it’s not so easy to shower away that sin. 

There’s money in your pocket, 
food in the fridge,
And clothes upon ya back.
There’s money in your pocket, 
food in the fridge,
But nothing to believe in.

You’ve read all the books,
but still you’ve got to choose,
Those facts you want to keep, 
and those you have to lose.
It’s just another night with doubt inside your bed,
And now it’s not so easy to forget those things you said.

Time you spend…oh,
…Looking for a miracle.
You give your life…oh,
…searching for a miracle.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, looking for a  miracle.
Oh, oh, oh, oh no.