Garden Eye Mantra Songtext
von The Clientele

Birds starved on the flue
Spinneys, dark blue
I know them
Birds starved on the flue
Spinneys, dark blue
I know them

Then Kathleen, I′ll talk to you
It's like reading an empty room
When you feel okay at the end of the day
And your eyesight dances like the junes in the hay
With the head lamp clear and the springtime full
I could walk all the way to the moon

Why not talk to me?
Why weren′t you frightened of the dark?


Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling
Windows unwound, the cigarettes glowing
The blue air and silhouettes so far and close
Nobody knows where the garden eye goes
Windows unwound with the cigarettes glowing

Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling
Blue air and rhapsody so far above
Nobody knows who the garden eye loves
Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling
Cigarettes glow where the quarry banks open
The blue air in fever, beyond and above
But nobody knows why the garden eye comes
Windows unwound with the cigarettes glowing

Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling
Blue air and rhapsody so far above
Nobody knows who the garden eye loves
The blue air in fever so distant and close
Nobody knows where the garden eye goes