Lyrics The Clientele

The Clientele

An Hour Before The Light

And when I see your sunlit eyes it turns my laughter

into stone

I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone

Summer’s waxing in the air the meadows stretch

and onwards to st James square

Oh my mind’s astray

I dream of you each fevered night the stars are cold

and singing in an august sky

that breaks into the day

Are you really in the lonely evening light

That falls in shadows to the ground

And when I wake enchanted and alone

I don’t know where to turn my eyes

Summer’s waxing in the air the meadows stretch

and onwards to St James square

Oh my mind’s astray

An afternoon on Saturday before the stars

can shine upon the streets of grey

And you and I go home

And when I see your sunlit eyes it turns my laughter

into stone

I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone