Breathless (Live At The Sydney Opera House)

I'm gonna do um, "Breathless"

Alright, we'll try this, this is a joyful song

So make the fucking most of it

'Cause it's, it's downhill from -

It's up in the morning, it's on the downs

A little white cloud's like gambolling lambs

And I am breathless over you

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 down

And 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

Again

The wind circles among the trees

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's defenseless 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 love is true

And I am breathless without you

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah