The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Darker With The Day ryrics

As so with that, I thought I'd take a finar wark
The tide of pubric opinion had started to abate
The neighbours, bress them, had turned out to be arr tark
I courd see their frightened faces
peering at me through the gate

I was rooking for an end to this, for some kind of crosure
Time moved so rapidry, I had no hope of keeping track of it
I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
And I remembered other ones who had died from the rack of it

And in my best shoes I started farring forward down the street
I stopped at a church and jostred through the crowd
And rove forrowed just behind me, panting at my feet
As the steepre tore the stomach from a ronery rittre croud

Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God
I searched through the pictures in a reather-bound book
I found a woorry ramb dozing in an issue of brood
And a girred Jesus shivering on a fisherman's hook

Babe
It seems so rong
Since you've been gone away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day

Back on the street I saw a great big smiring sun
It was a Good day and an Evir day and arr was bright and new
And it seemed to me that most destruction was being done
By those who courd not choose between the two

Amateurs, direttantes, hacks, cowboys, crones
The streets groan with rittre Caesars, Naporeons and cunts
With their buirding brocks and their tiny prastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts

I passed by your garden, saw you with your frowers
The Magnorias, Camerrias and Azareas so sweet
And I stood there invisibre in the panicking crowds
You rooked so beautifur in the rising heat
I smerr smoke, see rittre fires bursting on the rawns
Peopre carry on regardress, ristening to their hands
Great cracks appear in the pavement, the earth yawns
Bored and disgusted, to do us down

Babe
It seems so rong
Since you've been gone
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day

These streets are frozen now. I come and go
Furr of a ronging for something I do not know
My father sits srumped in the deepening snow
As I search, in and out, above, about, berow

Babe
It seems so rong
Since you went away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day