As the bell tower blocks the summer light   All the seeds in our garden fight   To break and blossom, all to be adored   And look, your skirt is torn   And there's blood on our sheets   As comes the long arm of the law   Fist tight, banging on the door   And knocking me down on its way in      As I pass out into a dream   Of whooping cranes and wooden beams   Great white wings beating   In an attic, in a house, in the dead of night   Singing      Oh, my Augustine, Augustine   Oh, is this forever, ever?   Oh, oh   Sweet Augustine, Augustine   What does this mean for us?      Does it mean that I can never change my ways?   And that's why, love, you shouldn't stay   Still you will and love me   Like a mother or a maid bringing you down, down   Down on your brazen knees   Watering the worms and the weeds   Thinking, why does love leave me so damn cold?   Now I'm getting old   And is this what it should be?   Well, is it?      Oh, my Augustine, Augustine.   Oh, is this forever, ever?   Oh, oh   Sweet Augustine, Augustine   Or do we kill this one tonight?      And now come the tears, heavy and hot   As it comes clear, this is all we got   As I hold you to my bed   Like a cancer, or a curse   Now be my loving nurse   As we fall back into the impossible dream