Babe, You Turn Me On (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

Stay by me, stay by me You are the one, my only true love The butcher bird makes it's noise And asks you to agree With it's brutal nesting habits And it's pointless savagery Now, the nightingale sings to you And raises up the ante I put one hand on your round ripe heart And the other down your panties Everything is falling, dear Everything is wrong It's just history repeating itself And babe, you turn me on Like a light bulb Like a song You race naked through the wilderness You torment the birds and the bees You leapt into the abyss, but find It only goes up to your knees I move stealthily from tree to tree I shadow you for hours I make like I'm a little deer Grazing on the flowers Everything is collapsing, dear All moral sense has gone It's just history repeating itself And babe, you turn me on Like an idea Like an Atom bomb We stand awed inside a clearing We do not make a sound The crimson snow falls all about Carpeting the ground Everything is falling, dear All rhyme and reason gone It's just history repeating itself And, babe, you turn me on Like an idea Like an Atom bomb