all and all itās good respiration
so sleep like the dead
and wake up lovely
sing a song about the morning
sing it till the sun goes down
now I puff before I sleep
try to think things through
I never meant for my skin
to fall on you
you brought life to my imagination
and now the dream is gone
Iām a box of germs unopened
my red flag sinking in the sea
my steamboat sheās going down
saying āone more puff, will you die with meā
cuz all and all itās good respiration
believe me, believe me