Augustine - Patrick Wolf

As the bell tower

Blocks the summer light

All the seeds in our garden fight

To break and blossom

All to be adored

And look your skirt is torn

And there’s blood on our sheets

As comes the long arm of the law

Fist tight, banging on the door

And knocking me down

On it’s way in

As i pass out

Into a dream

Of whooping cranes and wooden beams

Great white wings beating

In an attic, in a house, in the dead of night

Singing

Oh, my Augustine, Augustine

Oh, is this forever?

oh

Sweet Augustine, Augustine

What does this mean for us?

Does it mean

That I can never change my ways?

And that’s why love, you shouldn’t stay

Still you will, and love me

Like a mother

Or a maid

Bringing you down

Down, down on your brazen knees

Watering the worms and the weeds

Thinking

«why does love leave me so damn cold

Now i’m getting old

And this is what it should be?»

Well, is it?

Oh, my Augustine, Augustine

Oh, is this forever?

oh

Sweet Augustine, Augustine

Or do we kill this one tonight?

And now come the tears, heavy and hot

As it comes clear

This is all we’ve got

As i hold you to my bed

Like a cancer

Or a curse

Now, be my loving nurse

As we fall back

Into the impossible dream