Patrick Wolf - Jupiter

No straw to gold Round parts like these here A burnt out bus sticks up Sundial in the weir Losing a game We're not playing Gone to seed Twisting in the wind Autumn to autumn They slowly disappear Abandoning a boat That got too hard to steer Losing a game They're not playing Gone to seed Twisting in the wind But on the darkest night I see most clear The way to anywhere but here I'm blinded To the big picture But just before morning Jupiter The circus used to stop by In the banner years But nothing sacred Left to sober The sightseer here I'm a losing game I was not playing Gone to seed Twisting in the wind But on the darkest night I see most clear The way to anywhere but here I'm blinded To the big picture But just before morning Jupiter Surely it can't get any worse 90 days on this earth The healing begins with admitting, I hear So just before morning clear On the darkest night I see most clear The way to anywhere but here Jupiter Jupiter Jupiter Jupiter Jupiter Uninterrupted between us and the heavens