Breathe Lyrics

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 itTrip - Breathe - http://motolyrics.com/trip/breathe-lyrics.html

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