One day, I'll get old and I'll get ill and I'll die. And if I'm lucky, I'll meet the reason why it's all been worth while. And every time she walks into a room... I'll not be able to breathe. And every time I walk down a street where she's trod but she's not now, the path'll ring wi' her name. Every bit of town that's familiar to me, where I live, where I go, it'll cry out without her. I'll be a dead man surrounded by the living until she's by my side. Because she gives me breath and fills my head with thoughts.
