| Song | Pumpkin Soup |
| Artist | Patrick Wolf |
| Album | The Patrick Wolf Ep |
| Sometime in the evening | |
| I find a green spot in this town and hide myself | |
| Thinking of those circling skies | |
| It takes me back to another time of duffel coats | |
| And drawing lines in the late | |
| September evening sand | |
| The pumpkin soup on the table, the late | |
| September sun | |
| A glow from the future, a sorrow yet to be undone | |
| Autumn’s brown sturdy fingers are embedding bouquets up and down your spine | |
| Embrace the moment ‘cos everything changes and all this will too | |
| Today you debut your birthday bike on the hill | |
| It’s so beautiful but things are gonna change | |
| The pumpkin soup as warm as an evening sun | |
| A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be passed on | |
| The circling sky of seagulls the late | |
| September sun | |
| I dream of a future, a dream that sorrow has undone | |
| Undone Pedal home, pedal home | |
| Your mother is baking your favorite apples this evening | |
| There’s soup on the table but don’t let go it cold, no, no, no | |
| As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean | |
| You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer | |
| Its last breath of summer | |
| The pumpkin soup on the table the late | |
| September sun | |
| Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone |
| Sometime in the evening | |
| I find a green spot in this town and hide myself | |
| Thinking of those circling skies | |
| It takes me back to another time of duffel coats | |
| And drawing lines in the late | |
| September evening sand | |
| The pumpkin soup on the table, the late | |
| September sun | |
| A glow from the future, a sorrow yet to be undone | |
| Autumn' s brown sturdy fingers are embedding bouquets up and down your spine | |
| Embrace the moment ' cos everything changes and all this will too | |
| Today you debut your birthday bike on the hill | |
| It' s so beautiful but things are gonna change | |
| The pumpkin soup as warm as an evening sun | |
| A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be passed on | |
| The circling sky of seagulls the late | |
| September sun | |
| I dream of a future, a dream that sorrow has undone | |
| Undone Pedal home, pedal home | |
| Your mother is baking your favorite apples this evening | |
| There' s soup on the table but don' t let go it cold, no, no, no | |
| As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean | |
| You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer | |
| Its last breath of summer | |
| The pumpkin soup on the table the late | |
| September sun | |
| Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone |