Patrick Wolf - The Curfew Bell

The train departs
On a buck and wing
Toward the end of your suffering
Packed for fourteen
Only needed two
Days pursuing still, their haunting
A kiss on the forehead
You say, "I don't want to go"
The years of my life now
You'll never know

Crying the neck
The curfew bell
The eddying tide
The boat untethered
Howls to the harbour
And all the words leave me
Go on you there to
The ever and after

Lightning strikes, a stormless hour
Sure, there's an elephant in the garden, Ma
I leave your bedside
For to stem my tears
A robin lay on the path where the forest clears
The farmer yells
Out in to the field
To announce the end of his harvest yield

Crying the neck
The curfew bell
The eddying tide
The boat untethered howls to the harbour
And all the words leave me
Go on you there to
The ever and after

Crying the neck
The curfew bell
Rings the fires out
The eddying tide
Draws the boat
One breath from on the harbour mouth

To the silent room
Where doors lead to corridors
To windowless walls a world away
Where are you, where are you
Where?