Patrick Wolf - Pumpkin Soup lyrics
[Patrick Wolf - Pumpkin Soup lyrics]
Sometimes in the evening I find a
Green spot in this town
And I hide myself thinking
Of those circling skies
It takes me back to another
Time of duffel coats
And drawing lines in the
Late September evening sand
The pumpkin soup on the table
The late September sun
A glow from the future a
Sorrow yet to be undone
Autumns brown sturdy fingers
Are embedding bouquets
Up and down your spine
Embrace the moment cause everything changes
And all this will too
Today you debut your birthday
Bike on the hill
It's so beautiful but things are gonna change
The pumpkin soup on the table as
Warm as the evening sun
A glow from the future a sorrow
Yet to be passed on
The circling sky of seagulls
The late september sun i dream of a future a
Dream that sorrow has undone undone
Pedal home pedal home your mother is
Baking your favourite apples this evening
There's soup on the table but don't let
It go cold no no no
As you push your bike up the garden
Path you turn to the ocean
You watch as autumn takes it's
Last breath of summer
It's last breath of summer
The pumpkin soup on the table
The late september sun
Just dream of a future and
Then the sorrow is undone
Green spot in this town
And I hide myself thinking
Of those circling skies
It takes me back to another
Time of duffel coats
And drawing lines in the
Late September evening sand
The pumpkin soup on the table
The late September sun
A glow from the future a
Sorrow yet to be undone
Autumns brown sturdy fingers
Are embedding bouquets
Up and down your spine
Embrace the moment cause everything changes
And all this will too
Today you debut your birthday
Bike on the hill
It's so beautiful but things are gonna change
The pumpkin soup on the table as
Warm as the evening sun
A glow from the future a sorrow
Yet to be passed on
The circling sky of seagulls
The late september sun i dream of a future a
Dream that sorrow has undone undone
Pedal home pedal home your mother is
Baking your favourite apples this evening
There's soup on the table but don't let
It go cold no no no
As you push your bike up the garden
Path you turn to the ocean
You watch as autumn takes it's
Last breath of summer
It's last breath of summer
The pumpkin soup on the table
The late september sun
Just dream of a future and
Then the sorrow is undone