Breathe

Take my sorrow and my sin
I will run into your arms again
Hold me, Father
Once again my tears are dried
By your perfect love that's river-wide
Overflowing
As I stand by its bank with my arms overhead I am overcome
As I breathe...
The air of heaven, drawing in your fragrance
When I breathe... I feel your fullness come alive inside of me
You're the breath that I breathe

-Sixpence None the Richer