Breathe Songtext
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Breathe Songtext
He thinks there′s too many Christmases and not enough Grinches
As he tucks into his Ginsters
And studies the back of the Alka-Seltzer pack
Before watching his drink fizz
His cold fingers turn the radio down a bit
'Cause he′s sick of Dusty Springfield
A drunken Santa Claus stumbles past
And then spits onto his windshield
He hates driving ambulances
The truth is he should've been a scuba diver
Today he even took the batteries out his walkie-talkie
To avoid his supervisor
Still, he's pretty good at his job
And over the years he′s saved a bunch of people
Only last week he persuaded a crazy guy
Not to jump off St. Paul′s Cathedral
I will breathe for you (I'm gonna resuscitate you)
But who breathes for me? (I think I′m suffocating)
I will breathe for you (I'm gonna resuscitate you)
But who breathes for me? Who breathes for me?
But ever since Angela′s funeral
His uniform's got a few more creases in it
And his ambulance is too warm after his shift
So he usually falls asleep in it
And when he does go back to his flat
There′s a freezer packed full of TV dinners
And he may collapse with a tad of indigestion
But at least he never has to clean the dishes
I will breathe for you (I'm gonna resuscitate you)
But who breathes for me? (I think I'm suffocating)
I will breathe for you (I′m gonna resuscitate you)
But who breathes for me? Who breathes for me?
Recently his uniform′s got more creases in it
He's been sleeping in it
Recently his uniform′s got more creases in it
He's been sleeping in it
Recently his uniform′s got more creases in it
He's been sleeping in it
Recently his uniform′s got more creases in it
He's been sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
As he tucks into his Ginsters
And studies the back of the Alka-Seltzer pack
Before watching his drink fizz
His cold fingers turn the radio down a bit
'Cause he′s sick of Dusty Springfield
A drunken Santa Claus stumbles past
And then spits onto his windshield
He hates driving ambulances
The truth is he should've been a scuba diver
Today he even took the batteries out his walkie-talkie
To avoid his supervisor
Still, he's pretty good at his job
And over the years he′s saved a bunch of people
Only last week he persuaded a crazy guy
Not to jump off St. Paul′s Cathedral
I will breathe for you (I'm gonna resuscitate you)
But who breathes for me? (I think I′m suffocating)
I will breathe for you (I'm gonna resuscitate you)
But who breathes for me? Who breathes for me?
But ever since Angela′s funeral
His uniform's got a few more creases in it
And his ambulance is too warm after his shift
So he usually falls asleep in it
And when he does go back to his flat
There′s a freezer packed full of TV dinners
And he may collapse with a tad of indigestion
But at least he never has to clean the dishes
I will breathe for you (I'm gonna resuscitate you)
But who breathes for me? (I think I'm suffocating)
I will breathe for you (I′m gonna resuscitate you)
But who breathes for me? Who breathes for me?
Recently his uniform′s got more creases in it
He's been sleeping in it
Recently his uniform′s got more creases in it
He's been sleeping in it
Recently his uniform′s got more creases in it
He's been sleeping in it
Recently his uniform′s got more creases in it
He's been sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Sleeping in it, sleeping in it, sleeping in it
Writer(s): Richard William Wright, David Jon Gilmour, George Roger Waters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

