My Childhood Songtext
von The Clientele

My childhood is a March wind fires

My childhood is a move reflected in a river

My childhood a breath clouding this glass

My childhood is ash from Avila, falling from the sky on 15th of August

My childhood is the meaning of fog
My childhood is the hare in the moon
My childhood is a statue in the Italian garden, growing horns and coming to life


My childhood is mummified reign

In my childhood, the village is always on fire

My childhood is this familiar life which seems to be but is not
My childhood is the news of travelers who see nothing

My childhood is city caves lighting evening fires and dry grass
Almost always visited by higher winds
My childhood is the chord heard behind another chord, which was not played
My childhood is cast entirely in this glass