Song | He Wants You |
Artist | Nick Cave |
Album | He Wants You/Babe I'm on Fire [UK CD] |
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In his boat and through the dark, he rowed | |
Chained the oar in the night | |
In the wind that blowed horribly â€~round his ears | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
Under the bridge and into your dreams, he soars | |
While you lie alone in that idea-free sleep of yours | |
You've been sleeping now for years | |
And he wants you | |
Yes, he wants you | |
And he is straight, and he is true | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
Beneath the hanging cliffs and under the many stars | |
Where he will move, all amongst your tangled hair | |
And deep into the sea | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
And you will wake and walk and draw the blind | |
And feel some presence there behind | |
And turn to see what that may be | |
Oh, babe, it's me | |
And he wants you | |
Yes, he wants you | |
He is straight and he is true | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
And he wants you | |
And he wants you | |
He is straight and he is true | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh |
In his boat and through the dark, he rowed | |
Chained the oar in the night | |
In the wind that blowed horribly round his ears | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
Under the bridge and into your dreams, he soars | |
While you lie alone in that ideafree sleep of yours | |
You' ve been sleeping now for years | |
And he wants you | |
Yes, he wants you | |
And he is straight, and he is true | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
Beneath the hanging cliffs and under the many stars | |
Where he will move, all amongst your tangled hair | |
And deep into the sea | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
And you will wake and walk and draw the blind | |
And feel some presence there behind | |
And turn to see what that may be | |
Oh, babe, it' s me | |
And he wants you | |
Yes, he wants you | |
He is straight and he is true | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
And he wants you | |
And he wants you | |
He is straight and he is true | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh |
In his boat and through the dark, he rowed | |
Chained the oar in the night | |
In the wind that blowed horribly round his ears | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
Under the bridge and into your dreams, he soars | |
While you lie alone in that ideafree sleep of yours | |
You' ve been sleeping now for years | |
And he wants you | |
Yes, he wants you | |
And he is straight, and he is true | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
Beneath the hanging cliffs and under the many stars | |
Where he will move, all amongst your tangled hair | |
And deep into the sea | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
And you will wake and walk and draw the blind | |
And feel some presence there behind | |
And turn to see what that may be | |
Oh, babe, it' s me | |
And he wants you | |
Yes, he wants you | |
He is straight and he is true | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
And he wants you | |
And he wants you | |
He is straight and he is true | |
Ooh, ooh, ooh |