Souvenirs - Patrick Wolf

Last winter you came home

From an island of fire and stone

With fire to relight the life you lost

And stones to weigh out the heavy cost

And the damage

You put my hand to your heart

And ran right hrough your history

The souvenirs and lost luggage

The shipwrecks and the mysteries

And with your warm chest against my back

Whispered words and this growing crack

My sweet companion, you knew my name

You lit a candle and a moth came through the window

I put your hand to my heart

And ran right through my history

The souvenirs and lost luggage

The shipwrecks and the mysteries

«Your lips speak a joy

But your eyes tell a sorrow»

How dare you say that to me?

You don’t know and you will never know.

I keep these moments as souvenirs

You read my story

Cover to cover

Ear to ear