Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Well Of Misery
NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Well Of Misery слова песни
Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Well Of Misery
Along crags and sunless cracks I goUp rib of rock, donw spine of stoneI dare not slumber where the night winds whistleLest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistleO the same God that abandon'd her( )Has in turn abandon'd meAnd softenin' the turf with my tearsI dug a Well of MiseryAnd, in that Well of MiseryHangs a bucket fulla SorrowIt swings slow an' achin' like a bellIts toll is dead and hollowDown that well lies the long-lost dressof my lil floatin girlThat muffles a tear that you let fallAll down that Well of MiseryPut ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dareand hoist that bucket, hitherLord, crank'n'hoist'n'hoist'n'crankTill ya muscles waste'n'witherO the same God that abandon'd herHas in turn abandon'd meDeep in the Desert of Despair