Sleep Like Breathing - Alison Moyet

Every word’s so fragile

Inside passion that feels like chasing rain

When the slowness of the day has gone

Leaving shadowlike feelings to depend upon

Every words so…

Every word’s so fragile

Inside passion that feels like chasing rain

You sleep like breathing

You sleep like breath… gently

And the tease cries

Weeping listless laughter

Always thirsty like an attractive flower

When the danger in the touch is gone

Changing delicate evenings to reflective ones

And the tease cries

Weeping listless laughter

Always thirsty like an attractive flower

You sleep like breathing

You sleep like breath… gently