Since We Last Spoke - The Clientele

in the shadows, tonight

I’m so I close my eyes

It’s spooky when you don’t know your own mind

Since we last spoke, the colors blurred

The blue-eyed girl, the window ledge

Today’s opaque and crystal clear

There must be someone that ain’t here

One night I vanished from my life

I just became a stranger to myself

inside the square, on the stairs

Feeling somewhere else

Since we last spoke, the night seems deeper

Light is darker, dark is clearer

My grass don’t grow, my moon don’t rise

I see no future in my eyes

Sometimes I feel as if I’m falling

On and on and on until the end

With no reason and no rhyme

Wasting time, going, calling friends

It’s spooky when you don’t know your own mind

Since we last spoke, the strangest thing

My clocks don’t strike, my bells don’t ring

My grass don’t grow, my moon don’t rise

I see no future in my eyes

Now it grows late on All Soul’s Night

And I imagine Nero in the crowd

What I’ve got to do tonight, uptown’s quiet

Something’s going down