Cuando No Está
The Corrs
When He's Not Here
I can't breathe, I can't sleep
Yeah, ay-ay-ay-ay
He's not cool or sophisticated
He's a trapeze artist on an open path
He's a maze of curiosity
He is the living bread that cures my appetite
It's just that I can't breathe, and I can't sleep
When he's not here
Everyday is bluish-grey
When he's not in town
His mystique is one of innocence
I feel that I'm resting in beauty in his big, blue eyes
And I'd be preening in paradise
If I were always beside him like a Siamese
It's just that I can't breathe, and I can't sleep
When he's not here
Everyday is bluish-grey
When he's not in town
Can I keep him in my galaxy?
(Can I keep him in my galaxy?)
Can he live within my fantasy?
(Can he live within my fantasy?)
It's just that I can't breathe, and I can't sleep
When he's not here
Everyday is bluish-grey
When he's not in town
It's just that I can't breathe, and I can't sleep
When he's not here
Everyday is bluish-grey
When he's not in town, when he's not in town, yeah-eh
