Augustine

As the bell tower blocks the summer lightAll the seeds in our garden fightTo break and blossom, all to be adoredAnd look, your skirt is tornAnd there's blood on our sheetsAs comes the long arm of the lawFist tight, banging on the doorAnd knocking me down on its way inAs I pass out into a dreamOf whooping cranes and wooden beamsGreat white wings beatingIn an attic, in a house, in the dead of nightSingingOh, my Augustine, AugustineOh, is this forever, ever?Oh, ohSweet Augustine, AugustineWhat does this mean for us?Does it mean that I can never change my ways?And that's why, love, you shouldn't stayStill you will and love meLike a mother or a maid bringing you down, downDown on your brazen kneesWatering the worms and the weedsThinking, why does love leave me so damn cold?Now I'm getting oldAnd is this what it should be?Well, is it?Oh, my Augustine, Augustine.Oh, is this forever, ever?Oh, ohSweet Augustine, AugustineOr do we kill this one tonight?And now come the tears, heavy and hotAs it comes clear, this is all we gotAs I hold you to my bedLike a cancer, or a curseNow be my loving nurseAs we fall back into the impossible dream