Augustine

As the bell tower
Blocks the summer light
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
As comes the long arm of the law
Fist tight, banging on the door
And knocking me down
On it’s way in
As i pass out
Into a dream
Of 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? 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 the weeds
Thinking
«why does love leave me so damn cold
Now i’m getting old
And this is what it should be?»
Well, is it?
Oh, my Augustine, Augustine
Oh, is this forever? oh
Sweet Augustine, Augustine
Or do we kill this one tonight?
And now come the tears, heavy and hot
As it comes clear
This is all we’ve got
As i hold you to my bed
Like a cancer
Or a curse
Now, be my loving nurse
As we fall back
Into the impossible dream