Breathless

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

It's up in the morning and on the downs
 Little white clouds like gambolling lambs
 And I am breathless over you
 And the red-breasted robin beats his wings
 His throat it trembles when he sings
 For he is helpless before you
 The happy hooded bluebells bow
 And bend their heads all a-down
 Heavied by the early morning dew
 At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook
 The fishes leap up to take a look
 For they are breathless over you
 Still your hands
 And still your heart
 For still your face comes shining through
 And all the morning glows anew
 Still your mind
 Still your soul
 For still, the fare of love is true
 And I am breathless without you
 The wind circles among the trees
 And it bangs about the new-made leaves
 For it is breathless without you
 The fox chases the rabbit round
 The rabbit hides beneath the ground
 For he is defenceless without you
 The sky of daytime dies away
 And all the earthly things they stop to play
 For we are all breathless without you
 I listen to my juddering bones
 The blood in my veins and the wind in my lungs
 And I am breathless without you
 Still your hands
 And still your heart
 For still your face comes shining through
 And all the morning glows anew
 Still your soul
 Still your mind
 Still, the fire of love is true
 And I am breathless without you