The Days

Patrick Wolf

I see the steeple,
And the spire,
And a sunset,
Deep and red,
Phoenix 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.