It was a miracle I even got out of longwood alive
This town full of men with big mouths and no guts

I mean, if you can just picture it:
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass
And all the drunks pouring out of the dance halls
Staring up at the smoke and the flames
And the blind pencil seller waving his stick
Shouting for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road

and me, if you can believe this
At the wheel of the car
Closing my eyes and actually praying
Not to God above, but to you, saying:

"help me, girl
Help me, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal
And your long dark curls,"

some things we plan
We sit and we invent
And we plot and cook up
Others are works of inspiration, of poetry
And it was this genius hand
That pushed me up the hotel stairs
To say my last goodbye
To her hair as white as snow and of pale blue eyes
Saying:
"I gotta go, I gotta go
The bomb and the bread basket
Are ready to blow,"

in this town of men with big mouths and no guts
The pencil seller's dog, spooked by the explosion
Leaping under my wheels
As I careened out of longwood
On my way to you
Waiting in your dress
In your dress of blue

I said:
"thank you, girl
Thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal
And your long, dark curls,"

and with the horses prancing through the fields
With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield
I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you
Waiting for me
In your dress of blue

"thank you, girl
Thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal
And your long, dark curls,"

Writer : NICK CAVE
Copyright : Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC