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, oh
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
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
(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, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe)
(Into these dead lungs, lungs, lungs, lungs, keep under my coat)
(Oh, won't you breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe)
(Into these dead lungs, lungs, lungs, lungs, keep under my coat)
(Oh, won't you)