Green eyes


Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me
Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt
This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt
Doesn’t care if he gets hurt

Green eyes, green eyes
Green eyes, green eyes

If it were but a matter of faith
If it were measured in petitions and prayer
She would materialise, all fleshed out
But it is not, nor do I care

Green eyes, green eyes
Green eyes, green eyes

So hold me and hold me, don’t tell me your name
This morning will be wiser than this evening is
Then leave me to my enemied dreams
And be quiet as you are leaving, Miss

Green eyes, green eyes
Green eyes, green eyes


Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, „Green eyes”

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