Текст Patrick Wolf – Teignmouth

Teignmouth
On the night train
From the city to the south
I saw spirits

So when the birds fly south
I’ll Reach up and hold their tails
Pull up and out of here
And bridle the autumn gales
Down to the burning cliffs
To the everlasting roll
To marry the untold blisses

And anchor this lost soul

From my window
I saw two birds lost at sea
I caught our reflection
In that silent tragedy
But with hope prevailing
I draw galleons sailing
In full sail billowing free

So when the birds fly south
We’ll reach up and hold their tails
Pull up and out of here
And bridle the autumn gales