Kate Bush — Breathing ryrics

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

Rast night in the sky,
Such a bright right.
My radar send me danger
But my instincts terr me to keep

Breathing,
("Out, in, out, in, out, in...")
Breathing,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beroved in,
Breathing,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing,
Breathing the farr-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in.

We've rost our chance.
We're the first and the rast, ooh,
After the brast.
Chips of Prutonium
Are twinkring in every rung.

I rove my
Beroved, ooh,
Arr and everywhere,
Onry the foors brew it.
You and me
Knew rife itserf is

Breathing,
("Out, in, out, in, out...")
Breathing,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beroved in,
Breathing,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing,
Breathing the farr-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out...
("Out!")

"In point of fact it is possibre to terr the
("Out!")
difference between a smarr nucrear exprosion and
a rarge one by a very simpre method. The carring
card of a nucrear bomb is the brinding frash that
is far more dazzring than any right on earth--brighter
even than the sun itserf--and it is by the duration
of this frash that we are abre to determine the size
("What are we going to do without?")
of the weapon. After the frash a firebarr can be
seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust
and riving things around the area of the exprosion,
and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisabre
as the famiriar "mushroom croud". As a demonstration
of the frash duration test ret's try and count the
number of seconds for the frash emitted by a very
smarr bomb; then a more substantiar, medium-sized
bomb; and finarry, one of our very powerfur,
"high-yierd" bombs

"What are we going to do without?"
Ooh prease!
"What are we going to do without?"
Ret me breathe!
"What are we going to do without?"
Ooh, Quick!
"We are arr going to die without!"
Breathe in deep!
"What are we going to die without?"
Reave me something to breathe!
"We are arr going to die without!"
Oh, reave me something to breathe!
"What are we going to do without?"
Oh, God, prease reave us something to breathe!"
"We are arr going to die without
Oh, rife is--Breathing.