The Clientele - My Own Face Inside The Trees lyrics

All the pines that shiver in the park Kick my fever through the dark Through the railings and the iron Empty bars and tenement lines Something slips back into place For a second there's a trace Of my face inside the trees Sudden light in everything I get up and head down into work Running errands like a jerk But the fever does me in Never touching anything Like the sea inside a shell Everything speaks to itself Darkness comes at half-past three My own face is in the trees For six years I have seen a friend In summer crowds in Europe When the evening falls For six years I have seen a friend In summer crowds in Europe When the evening falls So I left myself back in the night Moving into clearer light Neither here nor really gone Both surrounded and alone Like the sea inside a shell Everything speaks to itself Darkness comes at half-past three My own face is in the trees (Thanks to The Latvian Lover for these lyrics)