The Clientele - Driving South lyrics

Though I know you'll never read the words I'm writing now shopping lists, ephemera beneath the Kingston stars evening rain is drifting in through spaces in the dark and I dream of angels in the plumes of cigarettes a single feather floating high above the silent Thames bright electric trains on Friday evening rain again me and mr.jones so, so speechless and alone shopping lists, ephemera beneath the silent Kingston stars you know drifting though the Sunday mall until I'm blind and tonight tonight tonight the time is mine to purge the sweetness from my heart and turn my eyes back to the darkness speechlessly wherever it is I should be (chorus) it's a suburb in the rain it don't matter anyway I get into work with the night still in my mind on bright electric trains I'm blind drifting though the Sunday mall and burning in the night I wish I was driving south forever from the light upon the asphalt and the rain but into Sunday's dreams I fall again standing in my kitchen I am turning with a fever in my heart above the drifting summer and the dark