He’s a maze of curiosity
He is the living bread that
cures my appetite
I find that I can’t breathe
and I can’t sleep
When he’s not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he’s not in town
His mystique is one of
innocence
I feel I’m lounging in lovely
in his big blue eyes
And I would be preening in
paradise
If I were always beside him
like a Siamese
I find that I can’t breathe
and I can’t sleep
When he’s not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he’s not in town
Can I keep him in my galaxy
Can he live within my
fantasy
I find that I can’t breathe
and I can’t sleep
When he’s not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he’s not in town
I find that I can’t breathe
and I can’t sleep
When he’s not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he’s not in town
When he’s not in town
From ‘When he’s not around’ by the Corrs
