Land's End Songtext
von Patrick Wolf

The work is done and the record pressed
Now you′re doing battle with the fickle press
You've got to strike the hammers and pull the bow
Another fool is just another show
They′re all the same
And you've seen this before
And you've seen this before
And you′ve seen this before

And don′t it seem like too long a time
Since you were sweating in the street light?
Too many dreams, not enough schemes
And a bike with no gears to ride
The wheels going too slow
The wheels going too slow
So you tell 'em


I′m leaving London for Land's End
With a green tent and a violin
I′m gonna strike the hammers and pull the bow
Just another day to forget this show
And come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me

Don't it seem like too long a time
Since you were sweating in this hot light?
Too many cheers, not enough tears
And when you sing you′ve got nothing to hide
Singing, "Where did the time go?

Where did the time go?
Where did the time go?"

Darling, will you ever learn?
The cross is always nearer
It's everywhere you turn
Yes, everything you're sure of is up for change
We′re all stuck on this spinning stage
Spinning around and ′round and 'round and ′round and 'round
Spinning around and ′round and 'round and ′round

It's a wild stretch of land, such a sad place to be
When the night comes heavy down and the sands turn to sea
Many saints have lost their love, many pilgrims died unseen
In that wild stretch of land, in that fire to be free