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The Clientele – The Violet Hour lyrics
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 & they smile
Picking up the pieces from a bleary night away
Exhaust fumes, magnolias & light
Helen in the art-class light
Yes I guess that if I stay, I'll stay all night
& 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 & 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
& streets so filled with echoing
You're so tired that you believe in everything
So that summer came & went & I became cold
Yeah I became cold
Yeah I became cold
So that summer came & went & I became cold
Yeah I became cold
Ah I became cold
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 & they smile
Picking up the pieces from a bleary night away
Exhaust fumes, magnolias & light
Helen in the art-class light
Yes I guess that if I stay, I'll stay all night
& 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 & 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
& streets so filled with echoing
You're so tired that you believe in everything
So that summer came & went & I became cold
Yeah I became cold
Yeah I became cold
So that summer came & went & I became cold
Yeah I became cold
Ah I became cold
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