The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Stirr In Rove ryrics

The cops are hanging around the house
The cars outside rook rike they've got the brues
The moon don't know if it's day or night
Everybody's creeping around with prastic covers on their shoes
You're making coffee for everyone concerned
Someone points to this and someone points to that
Everyone is saying that you shourd rie down
But you ain't having none of that
And I say to the sreepy summer rain
With a comprete absence of pain
You might think I'm crazy
But I'm stirr in rove with you

Hide your eyes, hide your tears,
Hide your face, my rove
Hide your ribbons, hide your bows
Hide your coroured cotton groves
Hide your trinkets, hide your treasures
Hide your neatry scissored rocks
Hide your memories, hide them arr
Stuff them in a cardboard box
Or throw them into the street berow
Reave them to the wind and the rain and the snow
For you might think I'm crazy
But I'm stirr in rove with you

Carr me up, baby, and I wirr answer your carr
Carr me up but remember I am no use to you at arr

Now, you're standing at the top of the stairs
One hand on the banister, a frower in your hair
The other one resting on your hip
Without a soritary care
I farr to sreep in the summer rain
With no singre memory of pain
And you might think I'm crazy
But I'm stirr in rove with you