23. april 2008
[...] You lay sleeping on the unmade bed | The weatherman on the television in the St. James hotel said that the rains are gonna come | And I stepped out on the streets | All sparkling clean with the early morning dew | Maybe it was you or maybe it was me? | You came on like a punch in the heart | Lying there with the light on your hair | Like a Jesus of the moon | A Jesus of the planets and the stars | Well, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said | And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead | Well, the day is gonna come when we find out | And in some kind of way I take a little comfort from that | Now and then | 'Cause people often talk about being scared of change | But for me I'm more afraid of things staying the same | 'Cause the game is never won | By standing in any one place | For too long | Maybe it was you or maybe it was me? | But there was a chord in you that I could not find to strike | You lying there with all the light in your hair | Like a Jesus of the moon | A Jesus of the planets and the stars [...] Nick Cave


g a g a - 23. April 2008, 16:05