Lyrics The Clientele

The Clientele

Geometry Of Lawns

leaving came to us just like a song

a dull geometry of lawns

the sense that you are still a stranger

but we were born to fade away like light

looking sideways into life

there is no reason we should stay here

and i know you are listening to this song

late, in a still room, with your lover

now see that moon above the edge of speech

as we flicker like a screen

and we are gone

one a spell of grace come over me

and i walked on through empty streets

redbricks, sweat-shops and madrassahs

inside everything i heard a voice

mechanical, beyond itself

like the sentence of a dreamer

and i know you are listening to this song

late, in a still room, with your lover

now see that moon above the edge of speech

out here beyond your reach

i’m singing on