(This isn't in the same key as the original, but it sounds accurate) Am F F

As th^Ame bell tower^F blocks the^F summer light ^AmAll the s^Feeds in our g^Farden fight To b^Amreak ^Gand b^Flossom, all to ^Ebe adored And look, your sk^Firt is torn And there's bl^Good on our sheets As comes the^Am long a^Frm o^Ff the law ^AmFist t^Fight, ba^Fnging on the door And k^Amnock^Ging m^Fe down on its w^Eay in ^F ^G

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

^FOh,^G my ^AmAugu^Gsti^Fne, ^AmAug^Gusti^Fne ^FOh^G, is this f^Amore^Gve^Fr, ^Ameve^Gr?^F ^FOh, ^Goh Sweet ^AmAug^Gust^Fine, ^AmAug^Gust^Fine What d^Foes this m^Gean 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 ^Fdo we kill th^Gis one ton^Fight? ^F F F

And now come the ^Amtea^Frs, h^Feavy and hot ^AmAs it comes c^Flear, this is a^Fll we got As I h^Amold y^Gou t^Fo my bed Like a ca^Encer, or a c^Furse Now be my lo^Gving nurse As we fall back i^Amnto t^Ghe imp^Fossible dr^Ameam

Patrick Wolf - Augustine