O2
Written by Ian J. Keeney
Performed by Heinley Gaspard with Nácia

How much does she mean to me?
Much more than she will ever see.

Like water to a rose
I don’t think she knows,
She is my oxygen.

Like make up to a clown.
Without her, I’m dressed down.
She is my oxygen.

Give me riches, give me fame.
Give me life with no pain.
Give me power, fulfill my dreams,
It’s not at all what it seems.

What does it all mean?
Nothing, if I can’t breathe.
She is my oxygen.

From the moment we met
She stole my breath,
Her hand was my respiration.

She kissed me goodnight
And held me tight,
An instant gratification.

Gone from my world,
Forever out of sight,
I suffocate in my desperation.

How much does she mean to me?
Much more than she will ever see.

Like Adam without Eve,
I am left alone here to grieve.
She is my oxygen.

Like honey to a bee,
I wish that she could see,
She is my oxygen.

Slowly I descend into my ocean of tears,
Sinking in my sorrow as I drown.
Soaked to the soul, my life disappears
With heavy burdens weighing me down.

She slipped through the fingers of time,
Never to know she could’ve been mine.

For all that we were I sink into my sorrow
Knowing for us there will be no more tomorrow.

Then I should have cried aloud,
These words I articulate now.

Like Adam without Eve,
I am left alone here to grieve.
You are my oxygen.

If man’s without woman,
He is breathless within.
You are my oxygen.

You are my oxygen.

You are my oxygen.
You are my oxygen.
You……are……my……oxygen.