Bluebells - Patrick Wolf

Lucy, remember

The smell of that fall

The fires of fungus

And the rotting leaves

I fell off the wagon

Into your arms

Into this long month of sundays

And you were my husband

My wife, my heroin

Now this is our final December

Now deep in a forest

Losing all thought of spring

And nothing can help me remember

And I’m going nowhere fast

A darker day has holed at last

Deep in a dream I set the calmness to spinning

And your love has come too late

Away from the garden gate

Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing

How can it be over after all that we had, now comes

A river runs through the rafters down, down, down

Does it leave me sleeping?

Dreaming only of spring

The phone rings out and I remember

But I’m going nowhere fast

The darker days has holed at last

Deep in this dream I let the compass keep spinning

And your love has come too late

Now wave to the garden gate

Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing

Ringing, ringing, ringing

Wanna hear them ringing, my love

Wanna hear them ringing

Ringing…