I wouldn′t complement myself for what I've become
I wouldn′t praise myself for every good thing I've done
Tell him I owe it to, owe it to him
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, grow old
I know when to give up and I know when to breathe
Believe m, I owe it to him
Tell him I owe it to, owe it to him
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, 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, grow old