 Brompton Oratory lyrics ( Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds )   
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Artist : Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
Song : Brompton Oratory
Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful
day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I
go
Hail the Pentecostal morn
The reading is
from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved
ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think
that it's alright for some
And I wish that I
was made of stone
So that I would not have to
see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty
impossible to believe
A beauty impossible to
endure
The blood imparted in little
sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As
I bring the cup up to my lips
No God up in the
sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the
job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my
knees
Outside I sit on the stone steps
With
nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted,
baby
By the absence of you
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