Στοίχοι: Patrick Wolf. Magic Position. Bluebell.

Lucy, remember the smell of that fall
The fires of fungus and the rotting leaves
I fell off the wagon into your arms
Into this long month of Sundays
And you were my husband
My wife, my heroine
Now this is our final December

Now deep in a forest
Losing all though of spring
And nothing can help me remember
And I'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has hold at last
Deep in a dream
I set the calmness to spinning

And your love has come too late
Away from the garden gate
Wake me up
When the blue bells are ringing

Now that it's over after all that we had
A river runs through the rafters
Down, down, down
Does it leave me sleeping?
Dreaming only of spring

The phone rings out and I remember
But I'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has hold at last
Deep in this dream
I set the calmness to spinning

And your love has come too late
Now wave to the garden gate
Wake me up
When the blue bells are ringing

Ringing, ringing, ringing
Wanna hear them ringing, my love
Wanna hear them ringing
Ringing