Kate Bush

  Breathing


    Outside
    Gets inside
    Through her skin.
    I've been out before
    But this time it's much safer in.

    Last night in the sky,
    Such a bright light.
    My radar send me danger
    But my instincts tell me to keep

        Breathing,
        Breathing,
        Breathing my mother in,
        Breathing my beloved in,
        Breathing,
        Breathing her nicotine,
        Breathing,
        Breathing the fall-out in,
        Out in, out in, out in, out in.

    We've lost our chance.
    We're the first and the last
    After the blast.
    Chips of Plutonium
    Are twinkling in every lung.

    I love my
    Beloved
    All and everywhere,
    Only the fools blew it.
    You and me
    Knew life itself is

        Breathing,
        Breathing,
        Breathing my mother in,
        Breathing my beloved in,
        Breathing,
        Breathing her nicotine,
        Breathing,
        Breathing the fall-out in,
        Out in, out in, out in, out in,
        Out, out, out, out...

            "In point of fact it is possible to tell the
            difference between a small nuclear explosion and
            a large one by a very simple method. The calling
            card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that
            is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter
            even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration
            of this flash that we are able to determine the size
            of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be
            seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust
            and living things around the area of the explosion,
            and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable
            as the familiar "mushroom cloud". As a demonstration
            of the flash duration test let's try and count the
            number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very
            small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized
            bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful,
            "high-yield" bombs.

    What are we going to do without?
        Ooh please, let me breathe!
    What are we going to do without?
        Ooh quick, breathe in deep!
    What are we going to do without?
        Leave us something to breathe!
    We are all going to die without
        Oh, leave us something to breathe!
    Oh, life is--
        Breathing.


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