And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips

No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees

Author: Nick Cave

And I wish that I was made of stone<br />So that I would not have to see<br />A beauty impossible to define<br />A beauty impossible to believe<br /><br />A beauty impossible to endure<br />The blood imparted in little sips<br />The smell of you still on my hands<br />As I bring the cup up to my lips<br /><br />No God up in the sky<br />No devil beneath the sea<br />Could do the job that you did, baby<br />Of bringing me to my knees - Nick Cave

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