Breathe

Rick Astley

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

But it hurts to breathe
When your perfume's everywhere
And it hurts to breathe
When the memories are hanging in the air

(Hanging, hanging, hanging)
(Hanging, hanging, hanging)

There'll 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

Then it hurts to breathe
When your perfumes 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)
Memories are hanging in the air
(And it hurts to breathe)
It hurts to breathe, hurts to breathe
Hanging in the air
When the memories are hanging, hanging…