Текст песни The Delicate Sound Of An Explosion

I've got my back against the wall. i've got my feet planted firmly in this... i break the surface to breath again for the first time. chill november air burns my nostrils. (a fleeting moment - soon stolen). and i can never look at this the same again... (there are two types of people in thisworld... the dead, and the dying.)Sad Theory - The Delicate Sound Of An Explosion - http://ru.motolyrics.com/sad-theory/the-delicate-sound-of-an-explosion-lyrics.html