Thickets - Patrick Wolf/Tilda Swinton
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 travelling so long
That I forgot how to stop
Why are my brakes all broken
Wheels spinning out of control
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