The Clientele - The Violet Hour

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Terraces that climb like vines
Towards the moon, the five a sides
The evening inter-city lights
I see your face each time I close my eyes
Jude, I told you yesterday that I know nothing
All my friends are loaded and they smile
Picking up the pieces from a bleary night away
Exhaust fumes, magnolias and light
Helen in the art class light
Yes, I guess that if I stay, I’ll stay all night
And I know that you’re not afraid
But every time I close my eyes I see your face
Walking down to Springfield Park, uneasy in the haze
Uneasy in the sunlight and the quiet
Living life without love in your mother’s waiting room
Minute here by minute, it’s like dying
Terraces that climb like vines
Towards a moon that hangs above another night
And streets so filled with echoing
You’re so tired that you believe in everything
So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold