Verse 1 You remembered how I take my tea, The corner table where I like to read. You knew the record I was looking for, Left it in a bag outside my door. Funny, I don't think I told you that, But little things get lost in little chats. You said coincidence can feel like fate. I smiled and said, “Okay.” Pre-Chorus You notice everything. Isn't that what people want? Someone paying attention, Someone who never stops. Chorus Breathless, you leave me breathless, Everywhere I turn you're there. Breathless, isn't that romantic? That's what you called it anyway. You know me better than I know myself— At least that's what you say. Breathless, you leave me breathless. Take my breath away. Verse 2 You caught my train on Tuesday afternoon, Though yours goes somewhere else at half past two. You liked my hair before I showed a friend, Said you hoped I'd wear it short again. You knew the waitress called me by my name, Knew Friday nights I usually came. I asked you how. You laughed and shook your head: “You're easy to remember.” That's what you said. Pre-Chorus You notice everything. Every ordinary thing. The places that I disappear, The places I've just been. Chorus Breathless, you leave me breathless, Everywhere I turn you're there. Breathless, isn't that romantic? That's what you called it anyway. You know me better than I know myself— I'm learning that's not great. Breathless, you leave me breathless. Maybe give me space. Verse 3 You said you like the way I walk. I never told you where I walk. You said you love my bedroom light— You shouldn't know it's on at night. I pulled the curtain yesterday. This morning there were flowers by the gate. No little card, no little name. I knew who sent them just the same. Bridge Don't tell me I'm imagining. Don't tell me it's affection. Don't turn knowing where I am Into some kind of connection. I don't owe you pretty. I don't owe you kind. And wanting me is not the same As having any right. Final Chorus Breathless, you leave me breathless, Everywhere I turn you're there. Breathless, isn't that romantic? That's what you called it anyway. You know me better than I want you to. You know enough. Go away. [Band cuts abruptly] Breathless. [Two bars: low piano, deep pulse] Breathless. [Four bars instrumental — faint tremolo guitar] You leave me— [Silence] Breathless. [Pulse returns, slightly quicker. Distant female voices enter separately.] Breathless… breathless… [Instrumental space] Breath— less… [Long pause. Pulse stops.] Breathless. [One sudden gasp for air.] [End.]
