Story Behind The Song

Robin says: Ha ha... He said 'wood'.

Song Description

Simon says: When I was writing this song I went back and forth, unsure of whether to make the song self-critical or critical of a third party - like lots of songs do. You know, the bitter love/hate song. Then I came up with the idea of having the song be

Lyrics

Holding My Breath

You cut and paste your lifestyle from fashion magazines
Won't listen to the whispers that tell you it's obscene
But a question in my head's shouting
Who am I to judge?
I live my life so blindly I can't see the trees
Are sprouting wood

So I'm not waiting
For an angel to walk through my door
No, I'm not holding my breath anymore

Do the world a favour, don't fall in love again
You never make the best of it, it always ends in pain
It's a long time since I stood shouting
"It's gonna end real soon"
And now it's three years later and we're both still
Howling at the moon

Now I'm not waiting
For an angel to walk through my door
'Cos I'm not holding my breath anymore

I'm not on suicide watch
I?m really not depressed all that much
I'm just not holding my breath anymore

Hang me upside-down in water, hang me out to dry
She's my dirty little secret baby and how the neighbors love to pry
Remember when you stood shouting
"I wish you'd go to Hell"?
I think that I should tell you that your wish came true
But you're here as well

Now I'm not waiting
For an angel to walk through my door
'Cos I'm not holding my breath anymore

No, I'm not waiting
No, I'm not waiting
I'm just not holding my breath anymore