"Into My Arms" lyrics
The Flaming Lips & Nell Smith Lyrics
"Into My Arms"
(originally by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Oh, not to touch a hair on your head
Leave you as you are
If he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms, o Lord
Writer(s): Nicholas Edward Cave
- AZLyrics
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- The Flaming Lips Lyrics
album:
"Where The Viaduct Looms" (2021)
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