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