As the belltower blocks the sunlight
All the seeds in our garden fight
To break and blossom, all to be adored
And look, your skirt is torn, and there’s blood on our sheets
 [bad word] the long arm of the law
Fist tight, banging on the door
And knocking me down on its way in
And I let him in

As I pass out into a dream
Whooping cranes and wooden beams
Great white wings beating
In an attic, in a house, in the dead of night

Singing, oh, my Augustine, Augustine
Oh, is this forever, ever?
Oh, oh, sweet Augustine, Augustine
What does this mean for us?

Does it mean that I can never change my ways?
And that’s why, love, you shouldn’t stay
Still you will and love me
Like a mother, or a maid bringing you down, down

Down on your brazen knees
Watering the worms and weeds
Thinking, why does love leave me so [bad word] cold?
And I’m getting old

And is this what it should be?
Well… Is it?

Oh, my Augustine, Augustine
Oh, is this forever, ever?
Oh, oh, sweet Augustine, Augustine
Do we kill this one tonight?

And [bad word] the tears, heavy and hot
As [bad word] clear, this is all we got
As I hold you to my bed
Like a cancer or a curse

Be my loving nurse
As we fall back into the impossible dream