Augustine

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 long arm 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 beings

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 the 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

Now, be my loving nurse

As we fall back into the impossible dream