patrick wolf
the days
I see the steeple, And the spire, And a sunset, Deep and red, Phoenix and fireflies. And the time stops, And the traffic slows, And this heart starts pulling apart This cold flesh and worn bones.  And I long to be carried on Once to be lifted strong Out of the loneliness, and the emptiness of the days.  I had your loved ones Seize my body whole, And at first I fought this flesh to have a soul Made my world turn, made my flesh behold, And darling, it was your hand I hold.  And I long to be carried on Once to be lifted strong, Out of the loneliness, and the emptiness of the days.