Teignmouth - Patrick Wolf

Teignmouth 
On the night train 
From the city to the south 
I saw spirits 
Crawl across the river mouth 
In skewed ascension 
With no destination 
Like this lone bachelor in me 
This constant yearning 
For great love and learning 
For the wind to carry me free 

So when the birds fly south 
I'll Reach up and hold their tails 
Pull up and out of here 
And bridle the autumn gales 
Down to the burning cliffs 
To the unrelenting roll 
To marry the untold blisses 
And anchor this lost soul 

From my window 
I saw two birds lost at sea 
I caught our reflection 
In that silent tragedy 
But with hope prevailing 
I draw galleons sailing 
In full sail billowing free 

So when the birds fly south 
We'll reach up and hold their tails 
Pull up and out of here 
And bridle the autumn gales 
I give you my hand 
The fingers unfold 
To have and forever hold 
To marry the untold blisses 
And anchor this lost soul