The House Always Wins - The Clientele

so wake up

& smell the scent on your skin

the night breathes

easily, the subway’s wind

carries me back, brings me all the way back in

here’s a car that we can drive

come on get in

through the night that rolls in every room

you’re too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend

lord I’ll be coming round so soon

& I see the sad young friend has gone away

with his promises his speeches & his poems

but the fields have drifted in to fill his space

like ghosts

like ghosts

here’s a car that we can drive come on get in

through the night that rolls in every room

you’re too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend

lord I’ll be coming round so soon

lord

& I remember afternoons inside your mother’s house

us skipping school & getting high inside

but I can’t even think about it anymore I can’t fit

my words inside

the afternoons were grey & overwhelming as they fell

to fused lamps & September’s clarity

the way back home is lost to us forever in the night

& the leaves

the falling leaves

here’s a car that we can drive come on get in

through the night that rolls in every room

you’re too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend

lord I’ll be coming round so soon

lord