Album: Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus (2004)
Charted: 45
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  • 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 fire 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 around
    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
    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
    Still your mind
    Still, the fire of love is true
    And I am breathless without you Writer/s: Nicholas Cave
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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