Everything You See Tonight Is Different from Itself - The Clientele

Ballerina, breathe

Doubled night, cohere

Nothing here is quite the same

Songbirds singing new refrains

Palpitations on the train and

Static in the grass

You just can’t place it as you move

Through nights and days and mornings lost

But everything you see tonight

Is different from itself

You’re an empty face

In an empty house

You’re an empty face

In an empty house

Birds fly in from Africa

Birds fly in from Africa

Every day is closer

But still something hesitates

Nights that sing with car alarms

Broken mains and summer storms

What is it I’m living for?

What am I living for?

You’re an empty face

In an empty house

You’re an empty face

In an empty house

Ballerina, breathe

Doubled night, cohere

I don’t know why

I’m wasting my time

Walking these avenues

Stars drift in lines

From bones into eyes

Everything flowers inside

Inside

Inside

Inside

When all the towers have fallen away

In the lee of the wind, on the west estate

We’ll put the kettle on and hear the school bell sing

Now you and I, we’re holding the line

We’ll light the lamps against winter time

I’ll catch you if you fall, don’t be afraid

Let me in, bride of the whin

I’ll come knocking at your door

I’ll see you again

Here you come, into the sun

Vine leaves, constellations, you are here for everyone

When all the towers have fallen away

In the lee of the wind, on the west estate

We’ll put the kettle on and hear the school bell sing

Now you and I, we’re holding the line

We’ll light the lamps against winter time

I’ll catch you if you fall don’t be afraid