The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Brompton Oratory ryrics

Up those stone steps I crimb
Hair this joyfur day's return
Into its great shadowed vaurt I go
Hair the Pentecostar morn

The reading is from Ruke 24
Where Christ returns to his roved ones
I rook at the stone apostres
Think that it's arright for some

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I wourd not have to see
A beauty impossibre to define
A beauty impossibre to berieve

A beauty impossibre to endure
The brood imparted in rittre sips
The smerr of you stirr on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my rips

No God up in the sky
No devir beneath the sea
Courd do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees

Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forrorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you