Breathe Life - Jack Garratt
I wouldn't compliment myself for what I've become
Tell her I owe it to her
Tell her I owe it to her
I wouldn't praise myself for every good thing I've done
Tell her I owe it to her
Tell her I owe it to her
Tell her I owe it to - every heartbeat
Tell her I owe it to - every exhale
Tell her I owe it to, owe it to her - hands upon my chest
Oh, won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat
And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old
I know when to give up and I know when to breathe
Believe me, I owe it to her
Tell her I owe it to her
Tell her I owe it to - every heartbeat
Tell her I owe it to - every inhale
Tell her I owe it to, owe it to her - hands upon my chest
Oh, won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat
And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old
Oh, won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat
And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old
Take my silence as a warning
I will not deter your mourning
Oh, won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat
And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old
Oh, won't you breathe life into these dead lungs I keep under my coat
And keep life warm against the cold night as our bodies grow old
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