Patrick Wolf Land’s End

The work is done and the record pressed

Now you’re doing battle

With the fickle press

You’ve got to strike the hammers

And pull the bow

And another fool

Is just another show

It’s all the same

And you’ve seen this before

And you’ve seen this before

And you’ve seen this before

And don’t it seem like too long a time

Since you were sweating in the streetlight?

Too many dreams, not enough schemes

And a bike with no gears to ride

With the wheels going too slow

So, you tell ’em:

“I’m leaving London for Lands End

With a green tent and a violin

I’m going to strike the hammers

And pull the bow

Just another day to forget this show

And come back to me”

Come back to me

Darling come back to me

Come back….

Now don’t it seem like too long a time

Since you were sweating in the spotlight?

Too many jeers, not enough cheers

But when you sing you’ve got nothing to hide

Singing: “where does the time go?

And where did the time go?”

Oh Darling when will you ever learn?

The grass is always greener,

Its everywhere you turn

You’ll see it:

Everything you’re sure of is up for change

We’re all stuck on this spinning stage

Spinning around and round

And round and round and round