Тексты песен «Clientele»

(Verse 1) In the silence of the garden Moss arizing on the wind And the beast is pondering love love love 'Till the rusty nail grow dim (Chorus) I can't seem to make you mine Through the long and lonely night And I try...

But I'll never sleep like this with all the yard just stirring in my mind As the evening rises up and falls now I've got something on my mind And I see you're working on a Tuesday Back with no relief And I see I'm...

And when I see your sunlit eyes it turns my laughter into stone I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone Summer's waxing in the air the meadows stretch and onwards to st James square Oh my mind's astray I...

Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song Then you smile It's the kind of place where dizzy and awake you face the night And I stoop to touch the skin that only seems to be here in my mind And I see a stranger...

Bicycles have drifted through these leaves still wet with rain August now has faded in the silence of the rain I remember one Sunday, riding in through the gate Three balloons in a white sky, 1978 La la la.......

41 & 20 55 I've got so much hate in my heart tonight but tonight we have no time so come closer close your eyes & my fingertips reaching out touch your lips flood my heart with nothing else but light calling from this...

Though I know you'll never read the words I'm writing now shopping lists, ephemera beneath the Kingston stars evening rain is drifting in through spaces in the dark and I dream of angels in the plumes of cigarettes a...

When I'm riding home at night now I get in so tired To the saws and bows that spell out E-M-P-T-Y But driving west now Half-past five My skin is cut My hands are knives I could be anyone alive But I just can't fit...

cancel the car to number ten such a thick fog rolling in I played my cards on unreal glass I left the party next to last Friday night to Sunday morning I go on I don't know if I am really here at all Monday down to...

please don't say a thing it's so simple just to let it all begin & I bend my head to kiss your lips again & stoop to touch your hand it's half past eight when I get home so let the gas fire glow everybody's gone & the...

Nights tenderly drift losing my grip losing the 5th or the 6th or the 7th thing on my mind days spiraling past trapped in the glass but in the snapshot I don't feel enchanted or alive everybody's smiling I can see my...

Mrs Jones and I were dreaming of the moon On Wednesday afternoons without a cloud And the mirage of a suburb in the rain On a train and drifting down Oh Miss Lloyd your smiling eyes are in my mind Holidays and nights...

Bats from the eaves go shivering by Scarecrows watch the verges of light I hear a choir on the heath at night But no one's there It's harvest time It's harvest time Look at them working though nobody's there The...

basketballs bounce out of tune the streets are empty & the moon has shone on Mrs. Porter & her daughter's soda water 'till they swoon golden evenings pass me by beneath a dream of darker eyes & empty on a southbound...

Midnight coming back around the summer heat that wears me out is drifting through a firmament of cranes & the friends I've left behind are speechless in my sunlit mind as through the door to summer through the door to...

Nightingales all summer long beside me in my mind One and one is nine the moon the june moths and the quiet. I have never really been here If I am alive Am I just a photograph inside a printed night? How much further...

Friday night And I dont have a clue Just in the Crowd Were dreaming as we move I wonder who we are I wonder who we are Tonight And I know thats someones following me; My littered face on the street The loveliest...

There's a place that we can go at the end of a long slow day streetlamps fuse the rising night I feel so far away when you came back late, from the garden I couldn't turn my eyes and I was dead outside in the crowded...

Why do humming birds just hum their loneliness to me? 151 or 145 or twice times 123 If we're on delancey steet at night In the after train ride quiet Barking dogs by highgate pond Something's here but something's gone...

am I only dreaming or is this the kelvin parade? watching a winter sun slowly drift into the shade leaving on Sunday so tired and alone a westerly service I'm soaked to the bone and I burn with love in the night my...