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Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

Genres: Rock

Tower Of Song Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

Well my friends are gone and my hair is gray 

I ache in the places I used to play 

And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on 

I'm paying my rent everyday in the Tower of Song 

 

I said to Leonard Cohen, How lonely does it get? 

Leonard Cohen hasn't answered me yet 

But I can hear him coughing all night long 

A million floors above me in the Tower of Song 

 

I was born like this, I had no choice 

I was born like this, with a golden voice 

Twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond 

Well they tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song 

 

You can stick your needles in a voodoo doll 

I'm sorry baby, but it don't look like me at all 

I'm standing by the window where the light is strong 

They don't let a woman kill you in the Tower of Song 

 

I've grown bitter, bitter 

Of this you may be sure 

The rich, the rich have got channels 

In the bedrooms of the poor 

 

And there's a mighty judgment 

But it won't be long, but I may be wrong 

You see, you see, you hear these funny voices 

In the Tower of Song, oh yeah 

The guitar, the bass, the drums 

So nice every hour in the Tower of Song 

 

I see you standing on the other side 

I don't know how the river got so wide 

But I loved you, baby, way back when 

 

All the bridges are burning that we might have crossed 

But I feel so close to everything that we lost 

But I'll never have to lose you again 

Tower of Song, Tower of Song, Tower of Song 

 

I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'm back 

They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track 

But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone 

I'm speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song 

 

Now you can say that I've grown bitter 

Of this you can be sure 

The rich have got the channels 

In the bedrooms of the poor 

 

And there's a mighty judgment coming 

But it won't take long, I may be wrong 

Tower of Song, Tower of Song, Tower of Song 

 

You got big long legs 

And I let you in the Tower of Song 

Big legs baby 

And I let you in the Tower of Song 

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