Lyrics The Clientele

The Clientele

Everybody's Gone

please don’t say a thing

it’s so simple just to let it all begin

& I bend my head to kiss your lips again

& stoop to touch your hand

it’s half past eight

when I get home

so let the gas fire glow

everybody’s gone

& the fever that lights up the empty room

floods the distance & the

emptiness between us like a miracle

your shoulders bare

your bed untouched

you haunted me so much

your make up on

your bed untouched

you haunted me so much