Jesus Alone
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
You fell from the sky, crash-landed in a field near the River Adur
Flowers spring from the ground, lambs burst from the wombs of their mothers
In a hole beneath the bridge you convalesced, you fashioned masks of twigs and clay
You cried beneath the dripping trees; you’re a ghost song lodged in the throat of a mermaid
With my voice I am calling you
You are a young man waking covered in blood that is not yours
You are a woman in a yellow dress surrounded by a charm of hummingbirds
You are a young girl full of forbidden energy, flickering in the gloom
You are a drug addict lying on your back in a Tijuana hotel room
With my voice I am calling you
With my voice I am calling you
You are an African doctor harvesting tear ducts
You believe in God but you get no special dispensation for this belief
You are an old man sitting by the fire; you are the mist rolling off the sea
You are a distant memory in the mind of your creator; don’t you see
With my voice I am calling you
With my voice I am calling you
Let us sit together until the moment comes
With my voice I am calling you
With my voice I am calling you
With my voice I am calling you
With my voice I am calling you
