No straw to gold
‘Round parts like these here
A burnt out bus sticks up
Sundial in the weir
Losing a game
We were not playing
Gone to seed
Twisting in the wind
Autumn to autumn
They slowly
Disappear
Abandoning a boat
That got too hard to steer
Losing a game they were
Not playing
Gone to seed
Twisting in the wind
But on the darkest night
I see most clear
The way to anywhere
But here
I’m blinded
To the big picture
But just before morning Jupiter
The circus used to stop by
In the banner years
But nothing sacred
Left here to sober
The sightseer
Here I’m losing a game
I was not playing
Gone to seed
Twisting in the wind
But on the darkest night I see most clear
The way to anywhere
But here
I’m blinded
To the big picture
But just before morning Jupiter
Surely it can’t get any worse
90 days on this earth
The healing begins with the admitting
I hear, so just before morning
Clear
Other lyrics by Patrick Wolf:
Better Or Worse
Heaven calling Your maiden name through the howling Flooding plain Where you buried Your hooden horse After betrayal Before divorce Handbells Wait to chime The day you …
Dies Irae
The night is yet to fall Not yet your funeral While we’re alive, alive, alive-oh What can I do to help you Hold back tomorrow? Show me your unfinished painting What …
Foreland
What’s that burning in the distance? Either the Redsand Fort or a ship Or my eyes are showing their age See that line form ‘cross the chalk stack insolent to …
Hymn Of The Haar
The path here over winter grew With wild madder and rest harrow I came to tread another in At the end of spring I walk my miseries here on a leash The strait of dover A …
Jupiter
No straw to gold ‘Round parts like these here A burnt out bus sticks up Sundial in the weir Losing a game We were not playing Gone to seed Twisting in the wind …