Lyrics The Clientele

The Clientele

George Says He Has Lost His Way In This World

When you sleep you lose your face

The gardenhead he knows your name

He's rising

And you don't wanna be here then

Now a fog rolls through the streets

It clicks between your tongue and teeth

You're no one

Ah but you're dressed up as someone

George says he has lost his way in this world

He's lost his way in this world

He's lost his way in this world

George says he has lost his way in this world

He's lost his way in this world

He's lost his way in this world

Dogs are barking in the night

The pylons hum the marsh is quiet

And outside

It's just a hair after midnight

Satyrs laughing in the trees

The green man walking in the leaves

It's nothing

But isn't everything something?

George says he has lost his way in this world

He's lost his way in this world

He's lost his way in this world

George says he has lost his way in this world

He's lost his way in this world

He's lost his way in this world