Augustine - Patrick Wolf

As the belltower blocks the sunlight 
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 my sheets 
Here comes a lowman of the law 
Fist tight, banging on the door 
And knocking me down on it's weight 
And I let him in 
As I pass out into a dream 
Whooping cranes and woodland beigns 
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 
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 weeds 
Thinking, why does love leave me so damn cold 
And 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 
Do we kill this one tonight? 
And now come the tears, heavy and hot 
It becomes clear, this is all we got 
As I hold you to my bed 
Like a cancer or a curse 
Be my loving nurse 
As we fall back into the impossible dream