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
Lucy, remember the smell of that fall The fires of fungus and the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon into your arms Into this long month of Sundays And
Enchanted, enchanted This magical place that we've found No one here but us and the sound Of the stars and the night owls Your breath and the rolling
So come on, give me the worst And then again I'm feeling Braver than I've ever been From the skull down to the feet All out for blood and sweat And meat
on through? It's you who puts me In the magic position, darling now You've put me in the Magic position, darling so Let me put you in the Magic position
It's wonderful what a smile can hide If the teeth shine bright and it's nice and wide It's so magical, all you can keep inside And if you bury it deep
Let's go my love We could go to the cinema Big effects and big name stars We could go to that private view But darling these days My favorite view is
I saw, I saw the stars tonight Mama, I saw the stars tonight Mama, I saw the stars tonight Orion, the plow are burning bright Cannot recall of where
Turn the key Open Open Down down down Down down down Down down down
Magpie Was it you who stole the wedding ring? Or what other thieving bird Would steal such hope away? Magpie I am lost among the hinterland Caught among
leads me on through It's you Who puts me in the magic position, darling now You put me in the magic position, darling now Let me put you in the magic position
Tulkojums: Wolf, Patrick. Magic nostājā.
: It's wonderful what a smile can hide If the teeth shine right and it's nice and wide It's so magical what you can keep inside And if you bury it
: Down in the park And the lust of the light Among the stray dogs and families I smell the bonfires, and Watch the bonbs Fireworks burst above the trees
and we will sing. MARIANNE: one for sorrow. PATRICK: two for joy. MARIANNE: three for a girl. PATRICK: four for a boy. MARIANNE: five for silver. PATRICK
: Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires of fungus And the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of sundays
: 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'
