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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