Songtexte:
Nick Cave The Bad Seed She Passed By My Window

She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow And bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it in

She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow And bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it in

She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow And bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it in