An Hour Before the Light - The Clientele

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 dream of you each fevered night, the stars are cold and singing in an August

sky

That breaks into the day

Are you really in the lonely evening light

That falls in shadows to the ground?

And when I wake enchanted and alone

I don’t know where to turn my eyes

Summer’s waxing in the air, the meadows stretch and onwards to St. James' Square

Oh, my mind’s astray

An afternoon on Saturday before the stars can shine upon the streets of grey

And you and I go home

And when I see your sunlit eyes

It turns my laughter into stone

I wait a single hour before the light

Unreal and alone