The Smiths
The Smiths - The Hand That Rocks The Cradle lyrics
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the ghost and the storm outside will not invade this sacred shire nor infiltrate your mind my life down I shall lie if the bogey-man should try to play tricks on your sacred mind to tease, torment and tantalise wavering shadows loom a piano plays in an empty room there'll be blood on the cleaver tonight when darkness lifts and the room is bright I'll still be by your side for you are all that matters and I'll love you till the day I die there never need to be longing in your eyes as long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine ceiling shadows shimmy by and when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey there's a sadness in your beautiful eyes you're untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes my life down I shall lie should restless spirts try to play tricks on you sacred mind but whom I never gave a name I just looked into his wonderous eyes and said" never never never again" all too soon I did return just like a moth to a flame so rattle my bones all over the stones because I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns see how words as old as sin fit me like a glove I'm here and here I'll stay together we lie, together we pray there never need be longing in your eyes as long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine