Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds Follow

Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
Dig Lazarus Dig
Jesus Of The Moon
I stepped out of the St.James Hotel
I'd left you behind curled up like a child
well, a change is gonna come
and as the door whispered shut
I walked on down the high-windowed hall

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
you 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

I take a little comfort from that (now & 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 baybe it was me
but there was a chord in you/ I could not find to strike
you lying there with all the light in your hair
like a jesus of the planets & the stars

I see the many girls walking down the empty streets
and maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me
you can't blame anyone
for saying hello/ I say hey/ I say hello/ I say hello

will ti be me or will it be you?
one must stay and one must depart
you lying there in a St.James Hotel bed
like a Jesus of the moon
a Jesus of the planets & the stars

Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
Dig Lazarus Dig
Jesus Of The Moon