#nickcaveandthebadseeds

It's up in the morning, it's on the downs
A 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
And 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 and still your soul
For still the fire of our love is true
And I am breathless without you
The wind circles among the trees
And it bangs about of the new made leaves
For it is breathless without you
And the fox chases the rabbit around
And the rabbit hides beneath the ground
For he is defenseless 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
And the blood in my veins, 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 and still your mind
For still the fire of our love is true
And I am breathless without you

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