Текст Patrick Wolf – Land’s End

The work is done and the record pressed
Now you’re doing battle
With the fickle press
You’ve got to strike the hammers

And don’t it seem like too long a time
Since you were sweating in the streetlight?
Too many dreams, not enough schemes
And a bike with no gears to ride
With the wheels going too slow

So, you tell ’em:
«I’m leaving London for Lands End
With a green tent and a violin
I’m going to strike the hammers
And pull the bow
Just another day to forget this show
And come back to me»
Come back to me
Darling come back to me
Come back….

Now don’t it seem like too long a time
Since you were sweating in the spotlight?
Too many jeers, not enough cheers
But when you sing you’ve got nothing to hide

Oh Darling when will you ever learn?
The grass is always greener,
Its everywhere you turn
You’ll see it:
Everything you’re sure of is up for change
We’re all stuck on this spinning stage
Spinning around and round
And round and round and round