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 its 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, ever? Oh, 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 is this what it should be?' Well, is it?
Oh, my Augustine, Augustine. Oh, is this forever, ever? Oh, 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 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