Patrick Wolf Penzance

bside to The Libertine In a time of loneliness I fell into your strong open arms And in those arms you loved me well You hid me in your charm And in that charm we headed south Knowing nothing of my demons There were devils in the winds at night Walking fire among the hills And many voices called me out to the cliffs But you held me safe You wrestled me still Wiping the black blood from my mouth Speeding into nowhere It starts in Penzance where the winds are born And follows the t