The Clientele — The Violet Hour lyrics

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