LungsIn through the nose, out through the doubtThat is the only argument this body is aboutLungsBreathe like the breath is a thing you can chooseSteady the engine, you got nothing to loseThere is a country past the part that hurtsQuiet, wide, the breath comes freeYou only reach it on the far side of the workThe mind goes still when the body goes longAnd the breath stops fighting and becomes the songLungsIn through the nose, out through the doubtThat is the only argument this body is aboutLungsNo more thinking, no more clockJust the in and the out and the lockThe breath is the metronome the heart obeysYou could run like this for daysThis is the secret nobody tells the newThe long run is not a battle, it is a thing that breathes through youIn for the body, out for the mindLeave the noise and the wanting behindThis is the still place inside the loudThe quiet at the center of the crowdLungsIn through the nose, out through the doubt
