The Future - Patrick Wolf

Summer in San Francisco

Kissing chlorine in the swimming pool

Out of fuel at the Phoenix Motel

I slept alone again that night

In sweet dreams of Mother Ireland

And Father Albion

Sweet dream that you come near

And I see my future clear

And the threshold appears

And I am carrying you over

Carrying you over

You come near

I see my future clear

And the threshold appears

And I am carrying you over

Carrying you over

Into the hallway of our new home

Chaos outside but I’ve got your back

We’ve got our own paradise

And we are private worlds away from public eyes

I say I love you

More than my life

Truth completely

You come near

I see my future clear

And the threshold appears

And I am carrying you over

Carrying you over

You come near

I see my future clear

And the threshold appears

And I am carrying you over

Carrying me over

Into the best days

Of the rest of our lives

Into the future

Carrying you over

Carrying you over

Into the future

Carrying me over