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 my sheets 

Here comes a lowman of the law 

Fist tight, banging on the door 

And knocking me down on it's weight 

And I let him in 

As I pass out into a dream 

Whooping cranes and woodland beigns 

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 damn 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 now come the tears, heavy and hot 

It becomes 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