Into my arms

Nick Cave and 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
 Not to touch a hair on your head
 To leave you as you are
 And 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

But I believe in love
 And I know that you do too
 And I believe in some kind of path
 That we can walk down, me and you
 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