Augustine Lyrics - Magic Position - 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 its 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, ever? 

Oh, oh my 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 is this what it should be? 

Well, is it? 

Oh, my Augustine, Augustine 

Oh, is this forever, ever? 

Oh, 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 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