The Violet Hour Songtext
von The Clientele

Terraces that climb like vines
Towards the moon, the five a sides
The evening inter-city lights
I see your face each time I close my eyes

Jude, I told you yesterday that I know nothing
All my friends are loaded and they smile
Picking up the pieces from a bleary night away
Exhaust fumes, magnolias and light

Helen in the art class light
Yes, I guess that if I stay, I′ll stay all night
And I know that you're not afraid
But every time I close my eyes I see your face

Walking down to Springfield Park, uneasy in the haze
Uneasy in the sunlight and the quiet
Living life without love in your mother′s waiting room
Minute here by minute, it's like dying


Terraces that climb like vines
Towards a moon that hangs above another night
And streets so filled with echoing
You're so tired that you believe in everything

So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold

So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold

So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold

So that summer came and went
And I became cold
Yeah, I became cold
Yeah, I became cold