End Credits (From the Netflix Series "Dahmer - Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story") - Nick Cave & Warren Ellis

I always seem to be saying goodbye And rolling through the mountains like a train My uncle's at the chopping block Turning chickens into fountains I'm a barefoot child, watching in the rain That stepped into this song Taken a bow and stepped right out again I'm sitting on the balcony Reading Flannery O'Connor with a pencil and a plan This song is like a rain cloud That keeps circling overhead And here it comes around again And it's only love With a little bit of rain And I hope to see you again A reindeer frozen in the footlights Steps back into the woods My heart, it is an open road Where we ran away for good Look over there, look over there The sun, a barefoot child With fire in his hair And then a sudden sun explodes It was you, it was you and only you And it's only love Driving through the rain Rolling down the mountains like a train (It's only love) it's only love And it comes on like a train (it's only love) Rolling down the mountains in the rain (It's only love) (It's only love) (It's only love)

Wide black trees and a field of froth Bird fly low and you and me and the car are lost Took a wrong turn somewhere Into the old time, into the old time for sure The trees are black and history Has dragged us down to our knees In a cold time Ah, everyone dreams have died Wherever you are, darling, I'm not that far behind I'm not that far behind By the side of the road is a thing with horns That steps back into the trees and a child is born Upon this trembling earth, displays each day Thrown across the hallucination of your hair A strip of ordinary sun, a biblical sun A colonial sun, an enlightened sun The same sun made always glorious at your head Well, stopping at a motel and go jumping into bed Just like the old time Yeah, wherever you are, darling, I'm not that far behind A lunatic beauty and a watery moon You're melting by the motel swimming pool By the time I get to Phoenix on the radio Her moon to my shooting star And I'm throwing my bags in the back of the car Just like the old time, just like old time, baby And I'm not coming back this time Ah, like the old days, darling Like the old days, I'm not coming back this time Ah, like the old days, darling, like the old days I'm not coming back this time Like the old time, like the old time Wherever you are, darling, I'm not that far behind