Lyrics Patrick Wolf – The Railway House

There’s a house by the rails that I know
In a valley on its own
With trains and bones and birds in the yard where the wild nettles grow.
Growing over the door

So, wave goodbye to living alone I think we’ve found our home
Lets paint these walls and pull up the weeds and cast our fevers in stone.
Growing out of the drugs
Growing up through the night
Growing up, growing old
With treasure to be told…

I see us growing old
Watch us growing old
Growing…