Barely Breathing
Duncan SheikDuncan Sheik // Barely Breathing
Barely Breathing
Duncan SheikBarely Breathing.Duncan Sheik
I know what you’re doing, I see it all too clear
I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears
You really had me going, wishing on a star
But the black holes that surround you are heavier by far
I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn
It must’ve been that yesterday was the day that I was born
There’s not much to examine, there’s nothing left to hide
You really can’t be serious, you have to ask me why
I say goodbye…
‘Cause I am barely breathing and I can’t find the air
Don’t know who I am kidding imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting, a fool for another day
I don’t suppose it’s worth the prize and worth the price
The price that I would pay
And everyone keeps asking, what’s it all about?
I used to be so certain and I can’t figure out
What is this attraction? I only feel my pain
There’s nothing left to reason and only you to blame
Will it ever change?
‘Cause I am barely breathing and I can’t find the air
I don’t know who I’m kidding imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting, a fool for another day
But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, it’s worth the price
The price that I would pay
But I’m thinking it over anyway
I’m thinking it over anyway, oh
I’ve come to find I may never know
Your changing mind, is it friend or foe?
I rise above or sink below
With every time you come and go
Please don’t come and go
‘Cause I am barely breathing and I can’t find the air
I don’t know who I’m kidding imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting, a fool for another day
But I don’t suppose it’s worth the prize and it’s worth the price
The price that I would pay
But I’m thinking it over anyway
I’m thinking it over anyway, oh
And I know what you’re doing
I see it all too clear
Buildings & Bridges
Duncan Sheik & David PoeAs readers are undoubtedly beginning to intuit (and those of you who’ve met me already knew the whole time), I feel deeply and strongly about planning and Vancouver. It probably makes me think about planning in a slightly-different, perhaps even saccharine sort of way, because I’m negotiating my way through too many streams and stories-in-progress. I apologized for it for a really long time, but now it’s just what happened to me.
With that in mind, here’s a song that says a lot of things about how I feel about planning. Buildings and Bridges by Duncan Sheik and David Poe (who I saw perform — alas, before this song was written — in that other city I love, Toronto).
Once these trees were saplings; this house was wood and steel; this parking lot was forest; this shopping mall a field. I was young and beautiful; the years they take their toll. Stay on this path for a while, then it will become a road. All the buildings and the bridges, and everywhere you roam — gonna turn to rust, gonna turn to dust. All that’s left is love.
First day of the year of the Dragon. Expect more channeling of my mother (a dragon-lady. No, not in that way).
