Voices in the Mall - The Clientele

Rain, soft in the dark

We take a left through the deepening park

Grass, soaking and warm

Past the iron gates, August has come

And I want you so bad in my heart

And I touch your shadowed fingers in the dark

And the stars have fallen on this night like rain

Through the silence of the dark October lanes

Iron, cold in the breeze

The gate beneath the haunted trees

Swings, as evening reveals

Your face, so lovely and unreal

And I want you so bad in my heart

And I touch your shadowed fingers in the dark

And the stars have fallen on this night like rain

Through the silence of the dark October lanes

So here everything stays

The dew on the gates has melted away

And in your sunlit eyes

I see my love and all the night

And I want you so bad in my heart

And I touch your shadowed fingers in the dark

And the stars have fallen on this night like rain

Through the silence of the dark October lanes