[intro] [verse 1] Amid the fields that once were fair, Black stumps of trees now rise laid bare, Gazing on earth that fed with care, Where old apple trees grew everywhere. From afar a brook murmurs low, Drifting through a vast, barren void, No human tread or creature’s flow, In bombed-out dells, old scales lie aglow. [choir] Each breath you take brings death so near, Each gesture births a haunting dread; I cannot bear to be with you here, For you heed not a single word that's said. [verse 2] A few old cans rest in the ditch’s mire, A photo shows a friend whose light did fade. Here lie bones and scraps of worn attire, Beneath the soil, which formed his sudden grave. Fortune smiled—no crow did dine on him, He stayed intact amidst ruin’s blight; Perhaps one day a tractor will reclaim him, And to his mother he’ll return in sack so tight [choir] Each breath you take brings death so near, Each gesture births a haunting dread; I cannot bear to be with you here, For you heed not a single word that's said. [guitar break] [verse 3] An accordion played vintage tunes, In winter’s chill and summer’s rays; I dreamed to form a modest band soon, To charm the girls in lovely ways. He was an engineer, versed in many a tongue, Intent on growing his own domain; He came but briefly, his dark act unsung, To pocket coin and spread cold pain. [choir] Each breath you take brings death so near, Each gesture births a haunting dread; I cannot bear to be with you here, For you heed not a single word that's said. [piano break] [verse 4] We played our chess with vodka cheer, Where pawns would vanish in a flash; Gunshots echoed, a king gripped by fear, As silence fell in that sudden clash. All is muddled in scorched, cracked terrain, Where corpses rot in a silent array; Yet soon an apple tree will rise again, And wolf with hare will conclude the game. [piano break] [verse 4] We played our chess with vodka cheer, Where pawns would vanish in a flash; Gunshots echoed, a king gripped by fear, As silence fell in that sudden clash. All is muddled in scorched, cracked terrain, Where corpses rot in a silent array; Yet soon an apple tree will rise again, And wolf with hare will conclude the game. [chorus] Each breath you take brings death so near, Each gesture births a haunting dread; I cannot bear to be with you here, For you heed not a single word that's said. [chorus] Each breath you take brings death so near, Each gesture births a haunting dread; I cannot bear to be with you here, For you heed not a single word that's said. [ending]
