Falling Asleep Songtext
von The Clientele

Voices moving in the quiet house
Thud of feet and muffled shutting doors
Out in the night there′s autumn-smelling gloom
Crowded with the whispering trees
Across the park
A hollow cry of hounds like lonely bells
The low, red, rising moon
Now herons call
And wrangle by their pool
And hooting owls sail above pale stooks of oats

Waiting for sleep, I drift from thoughts like these
And where today was dream-like, build my dreams

Music, a white room below
And someone singing a song
About a soldier, one hour, two hours ago

And soon the song will be last night
But now the beauty swings across my brain


Ghost of remembered chords
Which still can make such radiance
That I can watch the marching of my soldiers
And count their faces; faces sunlit faces
The herons, and the hounds

September in the darkness
All fading past me into peace
When the old light comes in
It's as sharp as a knife
You feel the drift in the pub
As the radio cries
September′s stars, September's lies
September's stars, September′s lies

When the old light comes in
it′s as sharp as a knife
You feel the drift in the pub
As the radio cries
I'll know you when I see you


Now the mirrors are misted
But the room is the same
I see the face in the place in the painted lane
Ursa major at the edge of the rain
Ursa major at the edge of the rain
And now the mirrors are misted
But the room is the same
I see the face in the place in the painted lane
I′ll know you when I see you
Waiting for sleep, I drift from thoughts like these
And where today was dream-like, build my dreams
Music, a white room below