作曲 : Nick Cave Stay by me, stay by me You are the one, my only true love
The butcher bird makes it's noise And asks you to agree With it's brutal nesting habits And it's pointless savagery Now, the nightingale sings to you And raises up the ante I put one hand on your round ripe heart And the other down your panties
Everything is falling, dear Everything is wrong It's just history repeating itself And babe, you turn me on
Like a light bulb Like a song
You race naked through the wilderness You torment the birds and the bees You leapt into the abyss, but find It only goes up to your knees I move stealthily from tree to tree I shadow you for hours I make like I'm a little deer Grazing on the flowers
Everything is collapsing, dear All moral sense has gone It's just history repeating itself And babe, you turn me on
Like an idea Like an Atom bomb
We stand awed inside a clearing We do not make a sound The crimson snow falls all about Carpeting the ground
Everything is falling, dear All rhyme and reason gone It's just history repeating itself And, babe, you turn me on
Like an idea Like an Atom bomb
作曲 : Nick Cave Stay by me, stay by me You are the one, my only true love
The butcher bird makes it's noise And asks you to agree With it's brutal nesting habits And it's pointless savagery Now, the nightingale sings to you And raises up the ante I put one hand on your round ripe heart And the other down your panties
Everything is falling, dear Everything is wrong It's just history repeating itself And babe, you turn me on
Like a light bulb Like a song
You race naked through the wilderness You torment the birds and the bees You leapt into the abyss, but find It only goes up to your knees I move stealthily from tree to tree I shadow you for hours I make like I'm a little deer Grazing on the flowers
Everything is collapsing, dear All moral sense has gone It's just history repeating itself And babe, you turn me on
Like an idea Like an Atom bomb
We stand awed inside a clearing We do not make a sound The crimson snow falls all about Carpeting the ground
Everything is falling, dear All rhyme and reason gone It's just history repeating itself And, babe, you turn me on
