Patrick Wolf - The Days

The days Passing days I see the steeple And trace to the spire And the sun set Deep in regret Phoenix in final fire And the time stops Rush hour traffic slows And my heart starts Beating this dark Through old flesh and cold bones And I long to be carried on Just once to be lifted strong Out of the loneliness And the emptiness Of the days Days Passing days Days I remember I had your love once Seized my body whole And in our first dance I thought by chance God had matched my soul But time brought its travelling This distance and solitude And in that travelling My self damaging I took my love far, far from you But don't you Still long to be carried on Once more I could lift you strong Out of the loneliness And the emptiness Of the days Passing days Passing days Days Tell me Have we gone too far? Or did we get too close? You've no father I've no son But when we come ghost I promise I will meet you I will meet you At the end of the days The days Passing days Won't you meet me at the end of the days?