Lyrics Rick Astley

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 colors of your hair

And I don't mind the mornings

No, not much any more

But 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?

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

But it hurts to breathe

When your perfume's everywhere

And it hurts to breathe

When the memories are hanging in the air

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

And it hurts to breathe

When your perfume's everywhere

And it hurts to breathe

When the memories are hanging

And it hurts to breathe

When your perfume's everywhere

And it hurts to breathe

When the memories are hanging

And it hurts to breathe

And it hurts to breathe