Augustine

As the belltower blocks the sunlight All the seeds in our garden fight To break and blossom all to be adored And look your skirt is torn And there's blood on my sheets Here comes a long arm of the law Fist tight, banging on the door And knocking me down on it's weight And I let him in As I pass out into a dream Whooping cranes and woodland beings Great white wings beating In an attic, in a house, in the dead of night Singing, oh! My Augustine, Augustine! Oh! Is this forever, ever? Oh, oh Sweet Augustine, Augustine What does this mean for us? Does it mean that I can never change my ways? And that's why, love, you shouldn't stay Still you will and love me Like a mother, or a maid bringing you down, down Down on your brazen knees Watering the worms and the weeds Thinking, why does love leave me so damn cold? And I'm getting old And is this what it should be Well... Is it? Oh! My Augustine, Augustine! Oh! Is this forever, ever? Oh, oh Sweet Augustine, Augustine Do we kill this one tonight? And now come the tears, heavy and hot It becomes clear, this is all we got As I hold you to my bed Like a cancer or a curse Now, be my loving nurse As we fall back into the impossible dream