The Railway House - Patrick Wolf

There’s a house by the rails that I know

In a valley on its own

With trains and bones and birds in the yard where the wild nettles grow

Growing over the door

Growing up through the walls

Growing up, growing over

A treasure to be told

So, wave goodbye to living alone I think we’ve found our home

Lets paint these walls and pull up the weeds and cast our fevers in stone

Growing out of the drugs

Growing up through the night

Growing up, growing old

With treasure to be told…

I see us growing old

Watch us growing old

Growing…