But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms
Nick Cave and the Bad Seed, Escolta-la.
