Patrick Wolf Teignmouth

Teignmouth

On the night train

From the city to the south

I saw spirits

Crawl across the river mouth

In skewed ascension

With no destination

Like this lone bachelor in me

This constant yearning

For great love and learning

For the wind to carry me free

So when the birds fly south

I’ll Reach up and hold their tails

Pull up and out of here

And bridle the autumn gales

Down to the burning cliffs

To the everlasting roll

To marry the untold blisses

And anchor this lost soul

From my window

I saw two birds lost at sea

I caught our reflection

In that silent tragedy

But with hope prevailing

I draw galleons sailing

In full sail billowing free

So when the birds fly south

We’ll reach up and hold their tails

Pull up and out of here

And bridle the autumn gales

I give you my hand

The fingers unfold

To have and forever hold

To marry the untold blisses

And anchor this lost soul