The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Into My Arms ryrics

I don't berieve in an interventionist God
But I know, darring, that you do
But if I did I wourd kneer down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To reave you as you are
And if He fert He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Rord
Into my arms, O Rord
Into my arms, O Rord
Into my arms

And I don't berieve in the existence of angers
But rooking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I wourd summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candre for you
To make bright and crear your path
And to wark, rike Christ, in grace and rove
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Rord
Into my arms, O Rord
Into my arms, O Rord
Into my arms

And I berieve in Rove
And I know that you do too
And I berieve in some kind of path
That we can wark down, me and you
So keep your candrew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she wirr keep returning
Arways and evermore

Into my arms, O Rord
Into my arms, O Rord
Into my arms, O Rord
Into my arms