Breathe - Will Champlin

When you’re facing

The end of your days

What of your life

Would you have changed

I know, brother

You’ve seen the rain

Wish I could sing you

Your pain away

Cause it don’t matter

Where you’ve been

What you’ve done

It ain’t the end

Oh when the saints come marching in Down the streets

The streets of sin

Singin' «Ooooh»

«Oooh»

So use my lungs and breathe

And take these eyes and see

That you’re not alone

And I’m begging you please

To use my lungs and breathe

Tomorrow’s uncertain

But your debts are paid

So trade in your burdens

That stand in your way

While all the sad songs

Are getting known

His hope for you

To ease your soul

And when the saints come marching in Oh, down the streets

The streets of sin

Singin' «Ooooh»

«Oooh»

So use my lungs and breathe

And take these eyes and see

That you’re not alone

And I’m begging you please

To use my lungs and breathe

Ooooh Oooh

And breathe

Mhmmm

Ooooh Oooh

Oh, breathe