Patrick Wolf - Enter The Day

There is
No easy way to begin
Telling the story of the year
Of your drowning
With a swamp in your speech
A penalty of the peach
Here in the rage and the resign
Of what remains
Trembling at the helm
At standstill and overwhelm

Oh dear, nearly departed
Now life is a bridge
You cannot cross or burn
Don't go to ground like me
Healed to heavy to be held or lifted

Enter the day
When out of the shadow of doubt
You land, land
In the golden mean
Enter the day
When the mouth of misfortune spits you out
To land, land
Where you ought to be

Old skies
Clearing out 'cross the bay
The abandoned hoverport
Re-wilding away
Where the loaming soils divorce
By the grieving cry of the sparrowhawk
Enter the day when out
Of the shadow of doubt you land, land
In the golden mean

Enter the day
When out of the shadow of doubt
You land, land
In the golden mean
Enter the day
When the mouth of misfortune spits you out
To land, land
Where you ought to be

And somewhere deep in your disorder
Is a sleeping symmetry

Zadkiel
Land
Land
Land
In the Golden mean

Enter the day when out
Of the shadow of doubt