The Herd - Can't Breathe

There are songs out there that are perfectly capable of injecting perspective directly into your mindset. It takes one additional step to actually alter your thought process. The Herd are completely capable of showing a small sliver of what's needed to experience another's perspective. They are an introspective group that sound truly amazing. If you don't know of them I suggest you take a gander.

Lyrics: The Herd - Can't Breathe

I knew this girl who was drowning talented and pseudo

She was bound to computers just to make her bread

She would keep her head down though her feelings burned her

To sit around in her bed gown and dream of Burma

Alaska, Morocco, Peru and other places

One day she must of up and packed her suitcases

Leaving no traces but an overgrown yard

Box full of bills and a trail of postcards

He loves her and so he works like crazy

To try and provide a life that is worthy of his lady

Lately she has been saying that he is too often away

She is resentful of his work and all the time that it takes

He tries to explain that he doesn't want to be a martyr

But he needs to balance soul of his art

And then the crying starts and he watches her wilt

Over tired overworked overwhelmed with guilt

He's been on the run needs to be reined in

Weeks and months did it with the same old things

Reruns bring back days been

Feels like when he first realized his parents were aging (its lucid)

So free and so caged in but deep down

Cradled a dream and doing so

Just to hold on to it while all else speeds by

That nobody can take away

Needs time

Can't breathe cannot stop

You've got to be on the move

Be on the move

She is only 25 and she is always run down

She is working from the early shift to way past sundown

Studies full time night classes mostly

Two jobs hospitality to pay for the groceries

Hopefully soon the tips will get better

On the fridge late Uni fee the ultimatum letter

Meet her so exhausted couldn't hold a conversation

Is it worth it for the qualification?

This guy I knew vanished in the silver screen

Hated patrons talking cause it killed the dream

So he would see the late sessions

Make suggestions of a secret liaison were totally out of the question

Cause that urge had left him same time as the girl

You could say that he was saved by a magic world

Casablanca, Sunsets, MGM, trumpets, stumbling out of the cinema like a drunk

She was barely in control of the wheels

As they slid around the corner

She panicked as the vehicle got airborne

Split second whiplash all quiet then a squeal

In shock she starred at the steering wheel

Now she definitely won't make it on time

What exactly she was hurrying for crossed her mind

Violently jolted right here now

A near death made her see through the clouds

Can't breathe cannot stop

You got to be on the move

Be on the move

Can't breathe cannot stop

You've got to be on the move