Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds — Still Your Face Comes Shining Through

I look at, I look at you And you look at me too And deep in our hearts we know it I heard it on the news You weren't much of a muse But then I weren't much of a poet I look at you You look at me too And deep in our hearts we know it I heard it on the news You weren't much of a muse But I wasn't much of a poet Remember when I kissed your lips when sleep was upon you Your lips responded deep and divine I kissed your lips when sleep was upon you Then I awoke to the wreck of our age But still your face comes shining through I had a cigarette and I try to forget But through my window a melody sing Lone violin plan some fucking thing From Ireland, and Scotland or Wales Still your face comes shining through Still your face comes shining through It's a language of love that rises above All knowledge and science and arts It doesn't take much just to whisper and a touch To thoroughly demolish my heart Still your face comes shining through Still your face comes shining through