Cashmere Mafia:
Season:     1     / Episode:     3    
Dangerous Liaisons

In the quiet of the shadow In the corner of a room Darkness moves upon you Like a cloud across the moon You’re a-wearing all the silence Of a constant that will turn Like the windmill left deserted Or the sun forever burn So don’t forget to breathe Don’t forget to breathe Your whole life is here No eleventh hour reprieve So don’t forget to breathe Keep your head above water But don’t forget to breathe And all the suffering that you’ve witnessed And the hand prints on the wall They remind you how it’s endless How endlessly you fall And the answer that you’re seeking For the question that you found Drives you further to confusion As you lose your sense of ground So don’t forget to breathe Don’t forget to breathe Your whole life is here No eleventh hour reprieve So don’t forget to breathe Keep your head above water But don’t forget to breathe Breathe Don’t forget to breathe Don’t forget to breathe You know you are here But you find you want to leave So don’t forget to breathe Just breathe Just breathe Just breathe Just breathe Just breathe

Every tree has got a root, and every girl forbidden fruit, and got her demons. And the path I chose to go, a different girl so long ago - I had my reasons. And she's in my head so loud, screaming, Shouldn't you be proud of what you came from? Oh you've been crippled and you've walked on, you've been shut up and you talked, so let's talk some more. Where is the hand for me to reach? Where is the moral I'll ever teach myself? In all the black, in all the grief, I am redeemed. And it's ripping at my heart because I'm dodging all the darts and on a slow train. And then I'll wear it 'til it tatters and it shatters on the floor in instant replay. Oh, we're all rotten and we're pure and we're just looking for the cure that feels like spring snow. And all we have is who we are, and where we've been got us this far so let me go. Where is the hand for me to reach? Where is the moral I'll never teach myself? In all the black, in all the grief, I am redeemed. Where is the hand for me to reach? Where is the moral I'll never teach myself? In all the black, in all the grief through all the pain, and unbelief These are the words, that they all scream: I am redeemed.