Patrick Wolf thickets

Just a little further up the hill, boy
You'll be home soon enough
All along the river, peddling fast as I could
Watch as the wasteland flowers
Old cars and rubbish flourish with black berries and red berries
Sweet black berries
Taste red berries, berries, berries
Went looking for my tower
Off all the rails and the roads in need of resurrection
As my desires and power are growing in thickets
Tall all around me, tall all around me
Tall around me, around, around, around now
Well, have I been traveling so long that I've forgot how to stop?
Why are my breaks all broken? Wheels spinning out of control
And in the mirror, pale and deathly I have become
Oh, what have I become? Mother
What have I become?
Become, become, become now, now
And all my wastelands flower
And all my thickets grow now
And all my wastelands flower
And all my thickets grow taller and taller
So damn taller and taller, taller and taller
All around, all around me
What have I become now?
Pale and deathly I have become
What have I become?
Become, become, become now
Become, become, become now