| Song | Still In Love |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | Nocturama |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The cops are hanging around the house | |
| The cars outside look like they’ve got the blues | |
| The moon don’t know if it’s day or night | |
| Everybody’s creeping around with plastic covers on their shoes | |
| You’re making coffee for everyone concerned | |
| Someone points to this and someone points to that | |
| Everyone is saying that you should lie down | |
| But you ain’t having none of that | |
| And I say to the sleepy summer rain | |
| With a complete absence of pain | |
| You might think | |
| I’m crazy | |
| But I’m still in love with you | |
| Hide your eyes, hide your tears, | |
| Hide your face, my love | |
| Hide your ribbons, hide your bows | |
| Hide your coloured cotton gloves | |
| Hide your trinkets, hide your treasures | |
| Hide your neatly scissored locks | |
| Hide your memories, hide them all | |
| Stuff them in a cardboard box | |
| Or throw them into the street below | |
| Leave them to the wind and the rain and the snow | |
| For you might think | |
| I’m crazy | |
| But I’m still in love with you | |
| Call me up, baby, and | |
| I will answer your call | |
| Call me up but remember | |
| I am no use to you at all | |
| Now, you’re standing at the top of the stairs | |
| One hand on the banister, a flower in your hair | |
| The other one resting on your hip | |
| Without a solitary care | |
| I fall to sleep in the summer rain | |
| With no single memory of pain | |
| And you might think | |
| I’m crazy | |
| But I’m still in love with you |
| The cops are hanging around the house | |
| The cars outside look like they' ve got the blues | |
| The moon don' t know if it' s day or night | |
| Everybody' s creeping around with plastic covers on their shoes | |
| You' re making coffee for everyone concerned | |
| Someone points to this and someone points to that | |
| Everyone is saying that you should lie down | |
| But you ain' t having none of that | |
| And I say to the sleepy summer rain | |
| With a complete absence of pain | |
| You might think | |
| I' m crazy | |
| But I' m still in love with you | |
| Hide your eyes, hide your tears, | |
| Hide your face, my love | |
| Hide your ribbons, hide your bows | |
| Hide your coloured cotton gloves | |
| Hide your trinkets, hide your treasures | |
| Hide your neatly scissored locks | |
| Hide your memories, hide them all | |
| Stuff them in a cardboard box | |
| Or throw them into the street below | |
| Leave them to the wind and the rain and the snow | |
| For you might think | |
| I' m crazy | |
| But I' m still in love with you | |
| Call me up, baby, and | |
| I will answer your call | |
| Call me up but remember | |
| I am no use to you at all | |
| Now, you' re standing at the top of the stairs | |
| One hand on the banister, a flower in your hair | |
| The other one resting on your hip | |
| Without a solitary care | |
| I fall to sleep in the summer rain | |
| With no single memory of pain | |
| And you might think | |
| I' m crazy | |
| But I' m still in love with you |
| The cops are hanging around the house | |
| The cars outside look like they' ve got the blues | |
| The moon don' t know if it' s day or night | |
| Everybody' s creeping around with plastic covers on their shoes | |
| You' re making coffee for everyone concerned | |
| Someone points to this and someone points to that | |
| Everyone is saying that you should lie down | |
| But you ain' t having none of that | |
| And I say to the sleepy summer rain | |
| With a complete absence of pain | |
| You might think | |
| I' m crazy | |
| But I' m still in love with you | |
| Hide your eyes, hide your tears, | |
| Hide your face, my love | |
| Hide your ribbons, hide your bows | |
| Hide your coloured cotton gloves | |
| Hide your trinkets, hide your treasures | |
| Hide your neatly scissored locks | |
| Hide your memories, hide them all | |
| Stuff them in a cardboard box | |
| Or throw them into the street below | |
| Leave them to the wind and the rain and the snow | |
| For you might think | |
| I' m crazy | |
| But I' m still in love with you | |
| Call me up, baby, and | |
| I will answer your call | |
| Call me up but remember | |
| I am no use to you at all | |
| Now, you' re standing at the top of the stairs | |
| One hand on the banister, a flower in your hair | |
| The other one resting on your hip | |
| Without a solitary care | |
| I fall to sleep in the summer rain | |
| With no single memory of pain | |
| And you might think | |
| I' m crazy | |
| But I' m still in love with you |