Interpret:

Nick Cave

Album:

B-Sides & Rarities (CD 1)

Here I sleep the morning through 


Until the call to prayer awakes me 


And there is nothing to do but rise 


And follow the day wherever it takes me 


I stand at the window and look at the sea 


Then I make me a pot of opium tea 






Down at the port I watch the boats come in 


Watching boats come in can do something to you 


And the kids gather round with outstretched hand 


And I toss them a diram or two 


And I wonder if my children are thinking of me 


For I am what I am and what will be will be 






I wonder if my kids are thinking of me 


And I smile and I sip my opium tea 






At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts 


And the shapes of hooded men move past me 


And the mad moaning wind, it laughs and it laughs 


At the strange lot that fate has cast me 


And the cats on the rampart sing merrily 


That I am what I am and what will be will be 


The cats on the rampart sing merrily 


And I sit and I drink my opium tea 






I'm a prisoner here, I can never go home 


There is nothing here to win or to lose 


There are no choices needing to be made at all 


Not even the choice of having to choose 


I am a prisoner, yes, but I am also free 


'Cause I am what I am and what will be will be 


I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free 


And I smile and I sip my opium tea