Trip Breath lyrics

Breath by Trip

Breath lyrics

Breathe

He thinks there's too many Christmases and not enough Grinches 
As he studies the back of the Alcha Seltzer pack while watching his drink fizz 
His cold fingers turn the radio down a bit 'cos 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 scuba-diver 
Today he even took the 
Batteries out his walkie-talkie to avoid his supervisor 
But he's pretty good at his job and over the years has saved a bunch of 
people 
Only last week he persuaded some crazy guy not to jump off St. Pauls cathedral

I will breathe for you 
I can resuscitate you 
But who breathes for me? I think I�m suffocating 
I will breathe for you 
I can resuscitate you 
But who breathes for me? 
Who breathes for me? 


But ever since Angela�s funeral his uniform 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 least he never has to clean the dishes 


I will breathe for you 
I can resuscitate you 
but who breathes for me? I think I�m suffocating 
I will breathe for you 
I can 
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 uniforms got more creases in it 
He's been 
Sleeping in it