às vezes penso que nick cave só devia escrever baladas
...mas depois não era a mesma coisa.

stay by me, stay by me

you are the one, my only true love

the butcher bird makes its noise and asks you to agree
with its brutal nesting habits and its 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, babe, like a song

you race naked through the wilderness and 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 and 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, babe, 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, babe, like an atom bomb