The Air That I Breathe - Cilla Black

If I could make a wish I think I’d pass

Can’t think of anything I need

No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound

Nothing to eat, no books to read

Making love with you

Has left me peaceful warm and tired

What more could I ask

There’s nothing left to be desired

Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak

Sleep, silent angel go to sleep

Sometimes all I need

Is the air that I breathe

And to love you

Sometimes all I need

Is the air that I breathe

And to love you

Sometimes all I need

Is the air that I breathe

And to love you