Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds lyrics
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds lyrics
"Gates To The Garden lyrics"
The Worker lyrics
Hated journey on the train Always been the same Looking out windows Second class and second best (Oooooooh) What a waste of time Sleep for
Past the ivy-covered windows of The
AngelHated journey on the train Always been the same Looking out windows Second class and second best (Oooooooh) What a waste of time Sleep for
Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral
Trough the churchyard I wandered
Sat for a spell there and I pondered
My back to the gates of the garden
My back to the gates of the garden
My back to the gates of the garden Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent mothers
Runaways and suicida
And At The End Of Every Street lyrics
And at the end of every street I change my name I change my name and then I carry on to seek always again always again And sometimes when I'm los
l loversAnd at the end of every street I change my name I change my name and then I carry on to seek always again always again And sometimes when I'm los
Assorted boxes of ordinary bones
Of aborted plans and sudden shattered hopes
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden
In unhappy rows, up to the gates of the garden
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
Nightmare Zone lyrics
NIGHTMARE ZONELiving in a nightmare zoneWherever I lay my hatThat's my home, yeah!I'm a living in the twilight zoneThey read my mailAnd they tap
o the garden
Beneath the creeping shadow of the towerNIGHTMARE ZONELiving in a nightmare zoneWherever I lay my hatThat's my home, yeah!I'm a living in the twilight zoneThey read my mailAnd they tap
The bell from St.Edmunds informs me of the hour
I turn to find you waiting there for me
In sunlight and I see the way that you breathe
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden
Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden
Angry Angel lyrics
This is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himself It's the way hell always be He loves to rebel, to go against his ten commandments For him,
Leave these ancient places to the angelsThis is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himself It's the way hell always be He loves to rebel, to go against his ten commandments For him,
Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals
And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold
For God is in this hand that I hold
As we open up the gates of the garden Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
To the garden