When the blue bells are ringing

I fell off the wagon
Into your arms
Into this long month of sundays

And you were my husband
My wife, my heroin
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 holed 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