Patrick Wolf Thickets

(Just a little further up the hill boy,

You’ll be home soon enough.)

All along the river, peddling as fast as I could

Watch as the wasteland flowers

All cars and rubbish flourish, with black berries and red berries

Sweet black berries

Tainted red berries

Berries

Berries

When looking for my tower

of all the rails and the roads

I need a resurrection

as my desires and power, grown thicket

tall around me

Tall around me

Tall around me

Around

Around

Around now

Well, have I been traveling so long

that I forgot how to stop?

Why are my brakes all broken?

Wheels spinning out of control

And in mirror

pale and deathly have become

Oh, what have I become?

Mother

what have I have become?

Become

Become

Become now

Now

And all my wastelands flower

(and all my wastelands flower)

And all my thickets grow on and

And all my wastelands flower

(when all my wastelands flower)

And all my thickets grow tall and tall

Still damn tall

Tall and tall

And around

All around me

(round and round and round)

What have I become?

Pale and deathly have become

What have I become?

Pale and deathly have become

Become

Become

Become now