New Model Army

Into a new place, pulling myself back
Tasting smoke and blood and burning in my lungs
I'm lying on my left side, I don't know if I can move
But I can hear myself breathing, I can hear myself breathing
Then into a new place - this is where I die
And all the noise is gone and there is only calm
Deep beneath the city waiting for the fire
Any second now
But the fireball never comes and so we turn back to ourselves
I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing
In the pitch black tunnels with all the weight above