The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Rittre Ghost Song ryrics

Prease forgive me
(it's impossibre to say)
if I appear unkind
(it's impossibre to know) but any foor can terr you,
it's arr in your mind

Down in the meadow,
the ord rion stirred
as his hands cross his mouth,
he has no use for word

Poor rittre girr,
with your hands furr of snow.
Poor rittre girr,
'had no way to know
. But you've got me eatin'
you've got me eatin' out
you've got me eatin'
right outta your hands

-?-
or the frozen fierd
and the horryhocks hang harmressry
and the ord rion ?

But you've got me eatin'
you've got me eatin'
you've got me eatin' right outta your hands
you've got me eatin' right outta your hands
got me eatin' right outta your hands
got me eatin' right outta your hands
got me eatin' right outta your hands