Patrick Wolf - Bluebell Lyrics

Lucy,

Remember
the smell
of that fall?

The fires
the fungus
And the rotting leaves?

I fell off the wagon
into your arms
into this long month of Sundays

You were
my husband,
my wife,
my heroine
Now this is our final December

Now I'm deep in a forest
losing all thought of spring
and nothing
can help me
remember

And I'm going nowhere fast
A dark day
has a hold at last
Deep in a dream I set the compass
to spinning
Your love has come too late
I wave from the garden gate

"Wake me up when the bluebells are ringing."

*Ringing*

Well how can it be over
after all that we had?
Now comes
a river runs
through the rafters
down
down
down
as you leave me
sleeping
dreaming
only of spring
as
the phone rings out
and I remember

that
I'm going nowhere fast
and darker days
has a hold
at last

Deep in this dream
I let the compass
keep spinning
Now
You love has come too late
as I wave to the garden gate

"Wake me up when the bluebells
are ringing,
ringing
ringing
ringing."


[Thanks to mariabalduf for adding these lyrics]