The Days (исполнитель: Patrick Wolf)
The days, passing days I see the steeple and trace to the spire And the sunset Deepening red Phoenix and the firefly And the time stops [bad word] hour traffic slows And my heart starts beating this dark Through old fresh and cold bones And I long to be carried on Just once to be lifted strong Out the lonelines and the emptiness Of the days The days, passing days The days I remember I had your love once Seized my body whole And our first dance Well, I thought by chance God had matched my soul But time bought its traveling This distance and solitude And in that traveling, myself 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 the lonelines and the emptiness Of the days Passing days Passing days Days Now tell me Have we gone too far or did we get too close? Forgive me Father, I've no son, [bad word] ghost I promice I'll meet you I'll meet you at the end of the days The days, passing days Won't you meet me at the end of the days?