Patrick Wolf - Bluebells lyrics

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 you were my husband my wife, my heroin
Now this is our final December
Now deep in a forest
Losing all thought of spring
And nothing can help me remember
And I'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has holed at last
Deep in a dream I set
The calmness to spinning

And your love has come too late
Away from the garden gate
Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing

How can it be over after all that we had
Now comes
A river runs through the rafters down, down
Down does it leave me sleeping?
Dreaming only of spring
The phone rings out and I remember
But, I'm going nowhere fast
The darker days has holed at last
Deep in this dream I let
The compass keep spinning

And your love has come too late
Now wave to the garden gate
Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing
Ringing, ringing, ringing
Wanna hear them ringing, my love
Wanna hear them ringing ringing