Teksty:
Nick Cave The Bad Seeds Nocturama

: In his boat and through the dark he rowed Chained to oar and the night and the wind that blowed Horribly ?round his ears Under the bridge and into

: This garden that I built for you That you sit in now and yearn I will never leave it, dear I could not bear to return And find it all untended

: The cops are hanging around the house The cars outside look like they?ve got the blues The moon don?t know if it?s day or night Everybody?s creeping

: There is a town Where I was born Far far away Across the sea And in that town Where I was born I would dream That one day I would leave And

: Please forgive me If I appear unkind But any fool can tell you It?s all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs Puts his hand ?cross

: She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow And bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it

pans I?d cook him something nice, she said, but he refuses to wash his hands He used to be so good to me, now he smells so fucking bad There is a

She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow And bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it in

The cops are hanging around the house The cars outside look like they?ve got the blues The moon don?t know if it?s day or night Everybody?s creeping