Lyrics My Breathing - Gary Numan

My Breathing

Assassination of the voice of God
I don’t know if I can do it
I’ve found the problem and the problem’s you
I’m here to pick up the pieces
You won’t remember me but I do you
I told you that I would come back
Everything will be decided here
They can read it in the papers
Your breathing haunts me
My breathing?
The sleeproom still waits for me
Join the army you can see the world
I remember this one patrol
Been liberating river towns
And we picked up the sex skin crawl
We would sing the new leader’s song
Everyone invented stories
The connection was a fragile thing
Far too many distractions
Your breathing haunts me
My breathing?
The sleeproom still waits for me
I’ve been listening to the new DJ
What’s all this original con?
We all live in the same museum
We all rearrange the same old song
Assassination by the radio
I don’t know if they can do it
I’ve found the problem and the problem’s one
I’m here to pick up the pieces
Your breathing haunts me
My breathing?
The sleeproom still waits for me