...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead - English Magic

Climb the loft to the attic, draw the chintz curtains down
Time for one more love song
The coolness of the fabric, its beauty lost when I let you go
Fades like English magic

But you have left and gone, the tune is said and done
No point in looking back
And you had wept enough, and you have had enough of
The whims of English magic

The mirrors are still standing in the hall where you left your bags
And asked to come collect them
The photos still remind us of those sunny times forgotten now
Collecting dust where we left them

And you have left and gone, the tune is left unsung
Funny yet so tragic
But you had wept enough, and you've read all the books
I have on English magic