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 colors 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 There will 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 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 When your perfume´s everywhere And it hurts to breathe When the memories are hanging