The Violet Hour - The Clientele

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