Brompton Oratory

Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Brompton Oratory <br/> Up those stone steps I climbHail this joyful day&#039;s returnInto its great shadowed vault I goHail the Pentecostal mornThe reading is from Luke 24( )<br />Where Christ returns to his loved onesI look at the stone apostlesThink that it&#039;s alright for someAnd I wish that I was made of stoneSo that I would not have to seeA beauty impossible to defineA beauty impossible to believeA beauty impossible to endureThe blood imparted in little sipsThe smell of you still on my handsAs I bring the cup up to my lipsNo God up in the skyNo devil beneath the seaCould do the job that you did, babyOf bringing me to my kneesOutside I sit on the stone stepsWith nothing much to doForlorn and exhausted, baby