Green Eyes

Nick Cave

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, green eyes


green eyes, green eyes