No Dreams Last Night - The Clientele

One is one, two is two

Three’s the hollow avenue

And the world is dark and paper thin

I can see through everything

But my feet move out of time

No dreams last night

No dreams last night

No dreams last night

No dreams last night

And standing in this garden overgrown

A sense that everything still lies in wait

I see you come moving through laurels tonight

Rising in the lake, rising in the lake

One is one, two is two

Three’s the hollow avenue

And the world is dark, the world is wide

Soon we’ll find the other side

But my feet move out of time

No dreams last night

No dreams last night

No dreams last night

No dreams last night