The Clientele - The Violet Hour 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