Lyrics The Clientele

The Clientele

Winter On Victoria Street

Watching a movie and getting bored

trying to get up for the girl next door

and it's all in line

mysterious signs

Ducks in the garden and mouths in the trees

everything here is a note off-key

well, i'm so wired and nobody's tired

Winter on Victoria's Street,

You see the daylight move.

Point your finger up at me,

I'm pointing back at you.

(in a round)

Winter on Victoria Street,

I'm trying to get there soon.

My love is an analogy,

A haunted afternoon.

The haunted afternoon.

The haunted afternoon.

When I get home,

Ill get you alone.

I'll get you alone.

I'll get you alone.

I'll get you alone.

When I get home,

Ill get you alone

Ill get you alone

Winter on Victoria's Street,

You see the daylight move.

Point your finger up at me,

I'm pointing back at you.

Winter on Victoria's Street,

I'm trying to get there soon.

My love is an analogy,

A haunted afternoon.

The haunted afternoon.

The haunted afternoon.