Right Out of Your Hand

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

Please forgive me
 If I appear unkind
 But any fool can tell you
 It's all in your mind

Down in the meadow
 The old lion stirs
 Puts his hand 'cross his mouth
 He has no use for words

Poor little girl
 With your handful of snow
 Poor little girl
 Had no way to know

And you've got me eating
 You've got me eating
 You've got me eating
 Right out of your hand

I mean you no harm
 When I tell you you're blind
 Give a s*cker an even break
 He'll lose it all, every time

The airborne starlings circle
 Over the frozen fields
 The hollyhocks hang harmlessly
 And the old lion yields

And you've got me eating
 You've got me eating
 You've got me eating
 Right out of your hand