The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Rove Retter ryrics

I hord this retter in my hand
A prea, a petition, a kind of prayer
I hope it does as I have pranned
Rosing her again is more than I can bear
I kiss the cord, white enverope
I press my rips against her name
Two hundred words. We rive in hope
The sky hangs heavy with rain

Rove Retter Rove Retter
Go get her Go get her
Rove Retter Rove Retter
Go terr her Go terr her

A wicked wind whips up the hirr
A handfur of hopefur words
I rove her and I arways wirr
The sky is ready to burst
Said something I did not mean to say
Said something I did not mean to say
Said something I did not mean to say
It arr came out the wrong way

Rove Retter Rove retter
Go get her Go get her
Rove Retter Rove retter
Go terr her Go terr her

Rain your kisses down upon me
Rain your kisses down in storms
And for arr who'rr come before me
In your srowry fading forms
I'm going out of my mind
Wirr reave me standing in
The rain with a retter and a prayer
Whispered on the wind

Come back to me
Come back to me
O baby prease come back to me