Texty: Patrick Wolf. Lupercalia. The Days.

I see the steeple,
and the spire,
and a sunset,
deep and red,
pheonix and fireflies.
and the time stops,
and the traffic slows,
and this heart starts pulling apart
this cold flesh and worn bones.

and i long to be carried on
once to be lifted strong
out of the loneliness, and the emptiness of the days.

i had your loved ones
seize my body whole,
and at first i fought this flesh to have a soul
made my world turn, made my flesh behold,
and darling, it was your hand i hold.

and i long to be carried on
once to be lifted strong,
out of the loneliness, and the emptiness of the days.