Rick Astley - Breathe
Paper towers of vogue and vanity fair
They are still standing
And the spaces in the bathroom are incredibly bare
And it’s better this way
And I don’t miss the sunrise on the colours of your hair
And I don’t mind the mornings no not much any more no not
Much any more
And it hurts to breathe, when your perfume’s everywhere
And it hurts to breathe, when the memories are hanging in the air
There will be dust on the spice rack in no time at all
Tell me, who’s around to notice
And I won’t run from the shower whenever you call
And it’s better this way
And I won’t miss the starlight and the clothes you used to wear
And I don’t mind the moonlight no not much anymore no not
Much anymore
And it hurts to breathe, when your perfume’s everywhere
And it hurts to breathe, when the memories are hanging in the air
And you know I can handle it, I can handle it, I’m getting out more
And you know I’m over it, I’m so over it, until I close the door
And it hurts to breathe, when your perfume’s everywhere
And it hurts to breathe, when the memories are hanging in the air