Breathe    He thinks there's too many Christmases and not enough Grinches   As he studies the back of the Alcha Seltzer pack while watching his drink fizz   His cold fingers turn the radio down a bit 'cos he's sick of Dusty Springfield   A drunken Santa Claus stumbles past  And then spits onto his windshield   He hates driving ambulances, the truth is he should've been scuba-diver   Today he even took the   Batteries out his walkie-talkie to avoid his supervisor   But he's pretty good at his job and over the years has saved a bunch of   people   Only last week he persuaded some crazy guy not to jump off St. Pauls cathedral    I will breathe for you   I can resuscitate you   But who breathes for me? I think I’m suffocating   I will breathe for you   I can resuscitate you   But who breathes for me?   Who breathes for me?       But ever since Angela’s funeral his uniform got a few more creases in it   And his ambulance is too warm after his shift so he usually  Falls asleep in it   And when he does go back to his flat there's a freezer packed full of TV dinners   And he may collapse with a tad   Of indigestion but least he never has to clean the dishes       I will breathe for you   I can resuscitate you   but who breathes for me? I think I’m suffocating   I will breathe for you   I can   Resuscitate you  But who breathes for me?   Who breathes for me?    Recently his uniform's got more creases in it   He's been sleeping in it  Recently his uniforms got more creases in it   He's been   Sleeping in it    these lyrics are submitted by Cherie