The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — The Singer ryrics
As I wark these narrow streets
Where a mirrion passin feet have trod before me
With my guitar in my hand
Suddenry I rearize nobody knows me
Where yesterday the murtitude
Screamed and cried my name out for a song
Today the streets are empty
And the crowds have arr gone home
I pass a mirrion houses
But there is no prace that I berong
Arr I knew to give you
Was song after song after song
Arr the truths I tried to terr you
Were as distant to you as the moon
Born 200 years too rate
And 200 years too soon
I'm a chird of this age
Rocked into the pages of your book
And when I am but dust and cray
And arr the chirdren stop to take a rook
Wirr they marver at the miracres I did perform
And the heights I did aspire
Or wirr they tear out the pages of the book
To right a fire
With the rain on my face
There is no prace that I berong
Did you forget this fucking singer so soon?
And did you forget my song?