Rather Be Breathing - Ward Thomas

Everybody’s looking for the high life

Living the dream but it don’t feel right

So lost inside this fantasy

I’m scared it’s gonna swallow me

You can offer me all the fortune and the fame of a king

With a castle so high that no one else can come in

And you can tell me that I don’t have enough of these things

But I’d rather be breathing

No, I’d rather be

I’d rather be breathing

I’d rather be breathing

I’d rather be breathing

I’d rather be breathing

Standing at the foot of a mountain

Only walked a couple steps but who’s counting?

If there’s anybody up there

Won’t you let me stay a while?

You can offer me all the fortune and the fame of a king

With a castle so high that no one else can come in

And you can tell me that I don’t have enough of these things

But I’d rather be breathing

No, I’d rather be

I’d rather be breathing

I’d rather be breathing

You can offer me

(You can offer me all the)

Silver and gold

(You can offer me all the)

You can offer me

You can offer me all the fortune and the fame of a king

With a castle so high that no one else can come in

And you can tell me that I don’t have enough of these things

But I’d rather be breathing

No, I’d rather be

I’d rather be breathing

I’d rather be breathing

I’d rather be breathing