Tekster:
Nick Cave The Bad Seeds Black Hair

were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair And her black hair framed

were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair And her black hair framed

were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair And her black hair framed

room See my friends in high places I don't know which is which or who is whom They've stolen each other's faces Janet is there with her high head and hair

your eyes black as coal And your long dark curls I said thank you girl, thank you girl I'll love you till the end of the world With your eyes black

something deep inside of me I was walking around the flower show like a leper Coming down with some kind of nervous hysteria I saw you standing there, green eyes, black hair

eyes and actually praying; not to God above but to you, saying: Help me, girl; help me, girl I'll love you till the end of the world With your eyes black