It's cold down here
It's grey down here
It's bleak down here
It's sad down here
[Richard Thompson]
No touch
No taste
No smell
No light
[Judith Owen]
One more breath, one more breath
What would I give for one more breath
[Debra Dobkin]
Trade - my - soul - for - one - more - breath - I'd
[Judith Owen]
To taste a lover's lips again
To feel the sun beat on my face
To smell the sweetness of the air
To feel another's soft embrace
All the precious time I wasted
Half my life I threw away
Worrying about tomorrow
Wishing it was yesterday
