Land's End Lyrics - Patrick Wolf

The work is done and the record pressed 

Now you're doing battle 

With the fickle press 

You've got to strike the hammers 

And pull the bow 

And another fool 

Is just another show 

It's all the same 

And you've seen it before 

And don't it seem like too long a time 

Since you were sweating in the streetlight? 

Too many dreams, not enough schemes 

And a bike with no gears to ride 

With the wheels going too slow 

So, you tell 'em: 

"I'm leaving London for Lands End 

With a green tent and a violin 

I'm going to strike the hammers 

And pull the bow 

Just another day to forget this show 

And come back to me" 

Come back to me 

Darling come back to me 

Come back.... 

Now don't it seem like to long a time 

Since you were sweating in the spotlight? 

Too many jeers, not enough cheers 

But when you sing you've got nothing to hide 

Singing: "where does the time go? 

And where did the time go?"