(Verse 1)
In the silence of the garden
Moss arizing on the wind
And the beast is pondering love love love
'Till the rusty nail grow dim
(Chorus)
I can't seem to make you mine
Through the long and lonely night
And I try so hard, darling
But the crowd pulled you away
Through the rhythm and the rain
And the ivy coiled around my hand
(Verse 2)
So I lingered with the people
In the silent August glade
But the rain has brought the night
And the night has brought the rain
But I'll never sleep like this
with all the yard just stirring in my mind
As the evening rises up and falls now
I've got something on my mind
And I see you're working on a Tuesday
Back with no relief
And I see I'm walking everywhere
among the drifting leaves
And I want you more than ever
And I want you still forever
But I'm waiting for the very last departing train
And the night has come so softly
To this afternoon of memory
Listen to my words just fade away
La da da da ...
And I want you more than ever
And I want you still forever
But I'm waiting for the very last departing train
And the night has come so softly
To this afternoon of memory
Listen to my words just fade away
La da da da ...
please don’t say a thing
it’s so simple just to let it all begin
& I bend my head to kiss your lips again
& stoop to touch your hand
it’s half past eight
when I get home
so let the gas fire glow
everybody’s gone
& the fever that lights up the empty room
floods the distance & the
emptiness between us like a miracle
your shoulders bare
your bed untouched
you haunted me so much
your make up on
your bed untouched
What goes up must come down
you and I were hanging round
do you know what i mean?
the sky is blue, your eyes are green
Wednesday morning DSS
and then into the dream
me, pete and valerie we live in Finsbury Park
rainy days and nightingales
the secret evening's ours
and when we go out there is no light or dark but stars
you and I slip away
darling there's no more to say
and the gas fire glows
the sky is dark the house is cold
Wednesday morning DSS
and then into the dream
me, Pete and Valerie we quietly slip away
rainy days, rainy days, oh such a rainy day
and when we go out
there's no light or dark but stars
I saw with my open eyes
singing birds sweet
sold in the shops for the people to eat
sold in the shops of stupidity street
I saw in a vision
the worm in the wheat
nothing was there for the people to eat
We could walk together
In the jade and the coolness of the evening light
And watch the crowds serenely flow
Through carnivals of shop windows where elm trees sigh
The summer's heat is fading
And the clown on the golden lawn holds out his hand
And out there on the fading day
The members of a strange parade play sarabandes
Like a silver ring thrown into the flood of my heart
With the moon high above the motorway
I have searched for all your fragrance in the silent
dark
Is that okay?
So why don't we stick together
With our eyes so full of evening and amphetamine
And watch the fools go rolling on through
talking with your friends another night
well I guess I’ll love you when you’re tired
I’ll love you when you’re tired
& evening in the schoolrooms & the park
since I failed to reason with my heart
to reason with my heart
& now a watercolour night
has drenched the birches & the black canal
the voices in the mall
the longing of the voices in the mall
back in nowhere
Share the night with me,
Share the night on the tracks
As the baby bats fly
Through the porcelain cracks
Through the sycamore leaves,
The sycamore trees
The haunted faces in the street
Now I kiss your sides,
I touch your skin
You breathe me all the way back in
Till my hands are wrecked
And my shirt sleeves creased
You flower through my lips and teeth
Share the night
Share the night with me,
Now baby sleep
The haunted copse,
The streets, the green
Now the zodiac moves
And the calendars blur
The buried always seek the earth
Share the night
Share the night with me,
Now baby sleep
The fevered streets,
The copse, the green
Now the zodiac moves
And the calendars blur
The buried always seek the earth
when you & I were young
we would press our white faces from the car
& the rain on the windows would run through the
gathering dark
& the lampposts shone & dogs would run into the dying
frame
where the park was glowing dimly through the silence of
the lanes
& the radiators hum rose above the falling leaves
where so fragile & so young you had drifted into sleep
I’ve been for a walk
& every face I see seems to be mine
night-time comes
the birds have flown
a fever glows in every line
I love this season
this weary night
the flint the dreams the silent pines
the eeriness
is in the feeling
that I have finished everything
& a child from the school was running back to her car
& her white face cried she was deaf & afraid of the
dark
& the whispering house grew still as we stared into the
night
in the garden & the lamps & the window’s fading light
& though Christmas was the same, we had seen another
year
When I came home from the party
Everything had changed
The city was beside itself
Just one inch away
Alright, my tongue gets split my hands are gloved
I just can't quite shake it off
I just can't quite shake it off
I just can't quite shake it off
When I came home from the movies
Through each ten and nine
The city was in retriform
For the twenty-second time
All night they haunted in Middleston
All the summoned faces
Marching through the crowd
All the summond faces
Marching through the crowd
All that day, and all that night
Our dead friends walked into the streets
Their faces in the doorways
Like a mirror to your photographs
They mingled with the crowds until
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 & they smile
picking up the pieces from a bleary night away
exhaust fumes, magnolias & light
Helen in the art-class light
yes I guess that if I stay, I'll stay all night
& 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 & 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
& streets so filled with echoing
you're so tired that you believe in everything
so that summer came & went & I became cold
yeah I became cold
yeah I became cold
so that summer came & went & I became cold
yeah I became cold
4:45 and no one's alive
By the lights on 10th Street
But that's alright
I'm wasted anyway
The queen of Seville
She sends me roses
It's gonna be a lonely, lonely day
It's gonna be a lonely, lonely day
So set 'em up, Joe
At least I know there's no way forward
'Cause every way I look
This ends the same
The queen of Seville
She sends me roses
It's gonna be a lonely, lonely day
It's gonna be a lonely, lonely day
Lord, I gotta go
'Cause there is no place in this world for me no more
But the tide
It whispers back again
It's gonna be a lonely, lonely day
It's gonna be a lonely, lonely day
It's gonna be a lonely, lonely day
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
I've been hanging around
Feeling up, feeling down
It's like I'm blown in by something
I don't understand
Hey, it's been really nice
We went for a drink
We went for a drive
Phased out one million hopeless nights
I've got the spirit
I've got the spirit
It won't last
Behind the Esso balloon
I laughed so much, I split in two
Now I've got so much fear inside me, nothing's true (x3)
I've got the spirit
I've got the spirit
Back on the streets every day is the same, lord
Girls in the trees have the faces of angels
Somebody changed
It's like the year has another face
Smilin' all night long through the glass and the pine
You paint the nighttime blue
Lord and the daytime too
Lost in the night with you
I don't wanna wake
I don't wanna wake up
High on a dream, weary nights of the victory
Heading home kicking stones on the ride
Down in the lane I was so home till I saw your face
But it was just my mind playin' games with the light
You paint the nighttime blue
Lord and the daytime too
Lost in the night with you
I don't wanna wake
I don't wanna wake up
Back on the streets every day is the same, lord
Bandstand
Dummy
Bells
Sheaves
Glass
Canary
Diorama
Cutlery
Abridgement
Spectre
Taxonomy
Moors
Construct
Sunlight
Horse
Transience
Cedar
Phenomena
Watcher
Ribbon
Bonfire
System
Heath
Sketch
When the fog comes rolling
through the avenues
something leaves my mind
gifted in November underneath
the elms in all the dying lines
The mirage and the echo
of the life we live
gently leaving me
break the fever, square the lines,
Juliet
I get on my knees
Speaking in tongues
Of washed out sun and
Perfect clarity
Well I get so delerious
I think myself to sleep
Standing on the sidewalk
Sometimes it's with him
I don't think I'll be happy anyway
Just scratching out my name
And everything so lucid
And so creepy
Since K got over me
Since K got over me
All my senses shot
My hands are fixed
I'm really tired of making lists
It's just this emptiness
I can't chase it away
And when the evening paints the streets
When the evening paints the streets
It's like walking on a trampoline
I don't think I'll be happy anyway
Just scratching out my name
But everythings so vivid
And so creepy
Since k got over me
Since k got over me
Theres a hope inside my skull
With warm air blowing in
Standing on the sidewalk
Where do I begin?
I dont think I'll be happy anymore
I guess I closed that door
But everynight a strange geometry
Since K got over me
cancel the car
to number ten
such a thick fog rolling in
I played my cards
on unreal glass
I left the party next to last
Friday night to Sunday morning I go on
I don't know if I am really here at all
Monday down to Friday night
I work all day
move emptily so emptily through Holloway
forget my face
I won't be back
I hear your friends have turned their backs
when summer comes
where Rose Street winds
the longing makes you close you eyes
it's unreal so unreal
to walk along these streets
it's unreal so unreal
to close your eyes and breathe
(chorus)
when I left you at the Coronet this morning
you said that your happiness was gone
but the hum of voices somehow brings me back here
though there's no happiness and there's no love
mid-afternoon
Lincoln's Inn
terraces though crying wind
before the night I disappear
the taxi lights were in your eyes
so warm against st marys spires
the carnival was over in the rain
and arm in arm through vincent street
the evening hanging like a dream
i touched your face and saw the night again
and in your arms i watched the stars
ascend and sweep a loneliness away for a while
your fingers white and locked in mine
i kiss your face i kiss your eyes until
they turn to me and softly smile
and empty hearted i walked on
the river flowing to the song
of the evening in the darkness and the rain
the christmas lights were far down stream
the wind so lonely and unreal
i saw your face and i thought you were a dream
but when i saw your eyes what could i do?
what could i say, my love?
your kisses they will hide away the stars
its Saturday, the evening's come
the football crowds have all gone home
but still behind this window i look on
december's leaves so slowly fall
to cars that break the evening's pall
Butterflies with gilded wings this morning
Touched the red sun and the rain
On the bridge the workers pass in threes and fours and
fives
To my sleeplessness
Reflections after Jane
How I long to live inside a window
By the sighing motorway
Feel the city searching for my loneliness
In all the dust and glass
Reflections after Jane
And I see her all on a golden Sunday
With her hair so dark in the rain
Who is in the newspapers this month or week or year
My silent friend
I can starve my life into a deeper sleep
Remembering
Rain
Soft in the dark
We take a left thru the deepening park
Grass
Soaking and warm
Past the iron gates
August has come
& I want you so bad in my heart
& I touch your shadowed fingers in the dark
& the stars have fallen on this night like rain
In 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
& I want you so bad in my heart
& I touch your shadowed fingers in the dark
& the stars have fallen on this night like rain
In the silence of the dark october lanes
So here everything stays
The dew on the gates has melted away
& In your sunlit eyes
I see my love and all the night
& I want you so bad in my heart
& I touch your shadowed fingers in the dark
& the stars have fallen on this night like rain
a darker garden this though pale with beauty
in the louring of the rain
how I long to break the silence
where the moths & tigers play
driving through the forest in the empty afternoon
a Japanese car stalled inside a glade
but the world is porcelain
yes, the world is porcelain
& the quiet nights with the friend who could not stay
left the future all sundazed
Alice Jude & Laura singing
all our friends have come to stay
they are laughing in the sunlight
where the criss-cross fountains play
sunlight on the empty house & sunlight on the fields
the cul-de-sac, the lawn, the tracks, the lane
but the world is porcelain
yes, the world is porcelain
still the evening will not come here
& the stones are cracked & warm
& the pool is filled with sunlight
& I see the blue-eyed surfer boys gone home
to the west coast
& the Clerk Street morning
haunted by the figures of your friends
but if you get too tired
you can lay your hair across my pillow
the darkness coming quickly
at this time of the year
but you can lay your hands on me
if you like
Yeah you can lay your hands on me
for a while
that night inside the fog
all summer long
there were voices in the hall
that’s what she said
people hanging round
but it’s just ghosts
it’s just voices in your head
west wind rising
into my sleep
all night all night
it dragged my bones through the street
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
when evening comes, the fields are full of voices
she said don’t be afraid of what you hear
when evening comes, the fields are full of voices
but no one’s there
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
so that summer passed,
but i never was the same when I got home
there’s a phantom in my breath
there’s a phantom in the gaps betwene my bones
standing in my kitchen
watching the time
I heard the choirs all night
I heard the choirs all night
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
I can only see you
All the pines that shiver in the park
Kick my fever through the dark
Through the railings and the iron
Empty bars and tenement lines
Something slips back into place
For a second there's a trace
Of my face inside the trees
Sudden light in everything
I get up and head down into work
Running errands like a jerk
But the fever does me in
Never touching anything
Like the sea inside a shell
Everything speaks to itself
Darkness comes at half-past three
My own face is in the trees
For six years I have seen a friend
In summer crowds in Europe
When the evening falls
For six years I have seen a friend
In summer crowds in Europe
When the evening falls
So I left myself back in the night
Moving into clearer light
Neither here nor really gone
Both surrounded and alone
Like the sea inside a shell
Everything speaks to itself
Darkness comes at half-past three
I'm dreaming in
A still and empty night
And spooked by trains
I leave the window's light
Where Jude is trying on her rings
And I'm just thinking everything
Monday Monday Monday, Oh Monday's Rain
My friends say I'm wasting all my time
But tonight I watch the world
Sunday Evening's cars and girls and
Monday's mine
Is the lamplight curling from your fingers to your
face
Leaning out into the wind with fear?
What will happen if we fall into each others darkened
halls, yeah
Monday Monday Monday, Oh Monday's Rain
My friends say I'm wasting all my time
But tonight I watch the world
And my hearts much harder now and
Monday's mine
What's in a ghost, what's in a silence
What's in the blink of an eye
I bought the drinks, then I went walking
I'm going out of my mind, yeah
What's in a ghost, what's in a silence
What's in the blink of an eye
I bought the drinks, then I went walking
On a night like this
you can't brush away
all the faces in the street
I've got so much longing in my heart
I can't even sleep
darling
there's a thick fog up ahead
the first time that I saw you
I couldn't say a thing
I walked in now, I walked in now
I walked in this room
I walked in with nothing
'cos spending time & money doesn't mean a thing
when the moon comes smiling through the trees
when the night has come like music to surround you
but you're missing
I picked her up at half past four
& felt the evening coming in her tired eyes
& everyone was leaving & the moment soon passed away
darling
there's a thick fog up ahead
the first time that I saw you
I couldn't say a thing
I walked in now, I walked in now
I walked in this room
I walked in with nothing
'cos spending time & money doesn't mean a thing
when the moon comes smiling through the trees
when the night has come like music to surround you
In those days there was a kind of feeling of pushing
out of the front door, into the pale exhaust fume park
by broad water pond where the grubby road eventually
leads to end field. Turkish supermarkets after chicken
restaurants after spare pawnshop, everything in my life
felt like it was coming to a mysterious close.
I could hardly walk to the end of the street without
feeling there was no way to go except back. The dates I
had that summer count to nothing, my job was a dead end
and the rain check was killing me a little more each
month. It seemed unlikely that anything could hold much
longer. The only question left to ask was what would
happen after everything familiar collapsed, but for now
the sun was stretched between me and that moment. It
was ferociously hot and the equality became so bad that
by the evening the noise of nearby trains stuttered in
in fits and starts, distorted through the shifting end.
As I lay in my room I can hear my neighbors discussing
the world kemp and opening beers in their gardens on
the other side someone was singing an Arabic prayer
through the thin wall I had no money for the pub so I
decided to go for a walk. I found myself wandering
aimlessly to the west past the terrace of chicken and
bomb shops and long dreads near the tube station. I
crossed the street and headed into virgin territory, I
had never been this way before grabble Dutch houses
alternative with square 60s offices and the white
pavements angulated with cracks and litter. I walked in
wall because there was nothing else for me to do and by
the breeze the light began to fade. The mouth of an
avenue led me to the verge of a long greasy A road that
rose up in the far distance with symmetrical terraces
falling steeply down and up again from a distant
railway station. There were 4 benches to my right
indispurced with those strange bushes that grow in the
area. These blossoms are so pale yellow they seem
translucent almost spectral and suddenly tired, I sat
down. I held my head in my hands, feeling like shit but
a sudden breeze escaped from the terraces and for a
moment I lost my thoughts and its unexpected glooms. I
looked up and I realized I was sitting in a photograph.
I remember clearly this photograph was taken by my
mother in 1982 outside our front garden in Hampshire,
it was slightly underexposed I was still sitting in the
bench but the colors and the plains of the road and the
horizon had become the photo but I looked hard and I
could see the lines of the window ledge in the original
photograph were now composed by a tree branch and the
silhouetted edge of a grass barge, the sheens the flash
on the window was replicated by gunfire smoke drifting
infinitely testify slowly from behind the fence my
sisters face had been dimly visible behind the window
and yes there were pale stars far off to the west that
traced out the lines of a toddlers eyes and mouth. When
I look back at this there?s nothing to grasp, no
starting point, I was inside an underexposed photo from
1982 but I was also sitting on a bench in Haringey,
strangest of all was the feeling of 1982, dizzy
illogical as if none of the intervening disasters and
wrong turns had happened yet. I felt guilty and
inconsolably sad. I felt the instinctive tug back, to
school; the memory of shopping malls, cooking, driving
in my mothers car, all gone, gone forever. I just sat
there for awhile, I was so tired that I didn?t bother
trying to work out what was going on. I was happy just
to sit in the photo while it was lasted which wasn?t
long anyway. The light faded, the wind caught the
smoke, the stars dimmed under the glare of the
streetlamps. I got up and walked away from the spot of
little benches and an oncoming of Garish kids. Our bus
was rumbling to my rescue down that hill with a great
big fire Alexandra palace on its front and I realized I
It’s dark & it’s a long way down
she said as she lay her head
on the pillow
I took one step back
& I retired
to evening
& the movie made me feel as if I wasn’t here at all
& I drove home & I wound up all the windows in my car
in the lamplight I breathe
but the dark is falling in the garden over everything
John I’m waiting for a morning filled with sunlight
when we can both drive away
shake the dust right off my shoes
with younger friends & skies of blue like yesterday
John I’m waiting for a morning filled with sunlight
when we can both drive away
laughing friends & silent rides
& all the lovers that we lost are found again
I’ve been out walking in the verges & the quiet
through all the traffic & the movement of the night
& the lamplight froze
stopping so suddenly
Only a word is in my mind
We’ll get high and we’ll go watch the lacewings fly
We’ll get high and we’ll go watch the lacewings fly
Ever since I saw you
Ever since I saw you, I
There are violets on the shore
There are violets on the shore tonight
Only my words are real tonight
We’ll get high and we’ll go watch the lacewings fly
We’ll get high and we’ll go watch the lacewings fly
All the autumn patients, stretching out their arms
towards the fire
Close my eyes this sleepless night, close my eyes and
I am burning higher
Back into that falling night
the birches and the silhouettes
the haunted plain, sweet lord
here I am again
You flower through my nails
and skin moving like the sunlight
in the alleyways but in this life
Why do humming birds just hum their loneliness to me?
151 or 145 or twice times 123
If we're on delancey steet at night
In the after train ride quiet
Barking dogs by highgate pond
Something's here but something's gone
What a night for talking darling, what a night for
dreams
151 or 145 or twice times 123
this is all I really know tonight
something's wrong but something's right
barking dogs by highgate pond
Isn't life strange?
We walk in the dark
Sarah and Julie hook up in the park
Jessica cries
She's got nothing to add
I sit beside her, but nobody's there
Spin me round
I'm fallin'
Spin me round
I'm fallin'
Isn't life strange?
You end up alone
I call my folks, but there's nobody home
Spin me round
There's a place that we can go
at the end of a long slow day
streetlamps fuse the rising night
I feel so far away
when you came back late, from the garden
I couldn't turn my eyes
and I was dead
outside in the crowded pines
ships are sailing though the wood
impossible
leaving in the space between
the Hovis homes, the railway heath
impossible
I can see my freedom but I need a little time
your hair wet and your arms full
you were dead, you were alive
looking in the heart of light
looking into the silence
from those nights so frigid
they seemed hardly real
through the last light on the plain
Roland to the dark tower came
weialala leia
weialala leia
impossible
impossible
Friday night
And I don’t have a clue
Just in the Crowd
We’re dreaming as we move
I wonder who we are
I wonder who we are
Tonight
And I know that’s someone’s following me;
My littered face on the street
The loveliest season has taken you
Write my name in the leaves
I wonder who we are
I wonder who we are
Close your eyes, take your time
There's a bad night on the rise and
So we take one step aside
There's a bad night on the rise
Nervous Girl who plays your parents
Staring down at me
My Dad will soon be home from work
It's August in this dream
But I hope they know me
And I hope they see me
I just keep hanging round
La da da da da, da da da da
I just keeping hanging round
La da da da da da da da da
I could start with just one line
Make my walls to piece tonight
But friends keep calling in my head
Yeah friends keep calling in my head
Nervous Girl who plays your parents
Staring down at me
Nothing here has any value
Nothing here is real
But I hope I know you
And I hope I see you
Just keep hanging round
La da da da da, da da da
I just keep hanging round
Nightingales all summer long beside me in my mind
One and one is nine the moon the june moths and the
quiet.
I have never really been here If I am alive
Am I just a photograph inside a printed night?
How much further can we drive and how much can I take?
Midnight coming back around
the summer heat that wears me out
is drifting through a firmament of cranes
and the friends I've left behind
are speechless in my sunlit mind
as through the door to summer
through the door to summer
they pass away
if there's a stillness in your eyes
the unreal city's closing all its summer doors on you
tonight yeah
won't you step into the light
the arcades that have blossomed just
to fade into the shadows of the night
through all the trains still moving in my mind
the gas fire flares into the light
and I am in this house on fire
but I was only watching clouds go by
and we were old before our time
and we knew as we heard the fields just
singing in the quiet yeah
that one day the band would strike
a tune that carried us along
through city gardens, leaving in the heat
and all the deals and trials on Ganton Street
the gas fire flares into the light
and I am in this house on fire
but I was only watching clouds go by
I picked her up at half past four
the church hall in a haze
unreal as I could ever really be
and everyone was leaving and the moment passed away
and ended up inside my heart a dream
midnight coming back around
the summer heat that wears me out
is rising to my eyes behind the flames
I have come to disbelieve
exactly what I hear and see
as through the door to summer
through the door to summer
April in my mind, but I can't sleep
So I took a walk around the trees
and what did I see? Summer waits the leaves
As lovely as I've ever known
Happiness just comes and goes
My heart is playing like a violin
Sunday, and she called again
Now where can I go?
Somewhere the wind don't blow me back into the
conversations
Promises and situations, yeah
It's all constant, in the air.
The phantom finds you cryin' in the streets
Lonely cops pick flowers on their beats
And what do they see? Summer waits in the leaves
As lovely as they've ever known
Happiness just comes and goes
My heart is playing like a violin
Sunday and she called again
All of the dreams that you dream
I hope that they are all of me
I hope that they are all of me
It's the phantom
basketballs bounce out of tune
the streets are empty & the moon
has shone on Mrs. Porter
& her daughter’s soda water ‘till they swoon
golden evenings pass me by
beneath a dream of darker eyes
& empty on a southbound train
through Battersea in glowing rain
I ride
oh the music is so loud
enchanting all the faltering crowd
to sing again their lonely melody
my heart is yours & I love you
you keep my mind as well
& sometimes here when I touch you
it’s heaven & it’s
so the years have passed me by
the library’s shelves refract the light
& black & white will not make clear
Bats from the eaves go shivering by
Scarecrows watch the verges of light
I hear a choir on the heath at night
But no one’s there
It’s harvest time
It’s harvest time
Look at them working though nobody’s there
The rolling moon the heavy air
Carrying the sheaves of the haunted year
Through summertime
It’s harvest time
It’s harvest time
Bats from the eaves go shivering by
Scarecrows watch the verges of light
Everything here has a place and a time
We’re only passing by
leaving came to us just like a song
a dull geometry of lawns
the sense that you are still a stranger
but we were born to fade away like light
looking sideways into life
there is no reason we should stay here
and i know you are listening to this song
late, in a still room, with your lover
now see that moon above the edge of speech
as we flicker like a screen
and we are gone
one a spell of grace come over me
and i walked on through empty streets
redbricks, sweat-shops and madrassahs
inside everything i heard a voice
mechanical, beyond itself
like the sentence of a dreamer
and i know you are listening to this song
late, in a still room, with your lover
now see that moon above the edge of speech
out here beyond your reach
Cross the lonely parade
Your face turned away
From the people who talk
One more night in the town
I spun you around
To the house in the dark
Autumn's coming in the air
Autumn's coming in the air
Voices in the park
Following us down to Vinson Street
Ghosts inside the yard
Rattling their balls and chains
There's a light in the dark
Lord, it doesn't seem far
Every night with the rain
Falling earlier again
I watch and I wait
Autumn's coming in the air
Autumn's coming in the air
From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica
From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica
Autumn's coming in the air
The sunset touched the house today
the children laughed and called my name
upon the path so overgrown with briar
and mother says the summer's come
but I'm too ill to play
and so they ran away and I grew tired
I hear their voices echoing
though dying light upon the green
as evening falls so vivid and so deep
and mother takes me to the flowers
behind our garden walls
and I am ready now to sleep
and I dreamt a ship had come
to take me far away from here
and I could see the sea stretch though the dark
but I woke to midnight
and the wind upon the trees
was calling to the beating of my heart
though canopies of lonely grey
the fingers of the ivy's frame
have touched this silence moving in
and cold upon my fingertips
the window's beads of rain have mixed
Mrs Jones and I were dreaming of the moon
On Wednesday afternoons without a cloud
And the mirage of a suburb in the rain
On a train and drifting down
Oh Miss Lloyd your smiling eyes are in my mind
Holidays and nights away and quieter times
What's in the game that we both play
Walking our dogs in the rain?
Anyway
Anyway
And we think about the things that we have done
What our love's become as we drift down
And our glowing eyes are filled with silent rooms
Alleyways and evenings that we found
(Chorus)
And it's a five day morning here as I am in the rain
And I don't know if I'll see you again
When I'm riding home at night now
I get in so tired
To the saws and bows that spell out
E-M-P-T-Y
But driving west now
Half-past five
My skin is cut
My hands are knives
I could be anyone alive
But I just can't fit
And it's too late to quit
When the night air comes to me
I wonder if the days I've lived through count
With the world strung like a rosary
Through faces moving in the crowd
What is the color and the number
When happiness begins?
When the knight waits in the laurels
Hesitating...
I found a clarity I've never known
In fag-end weeks before I left for school
The darkness in the pylons
And the smoke and creosote
Cancelling the faces that we knew
Did they forget the light inside your eyes?
Those simple words, those lovers' signs?
The hand is dealt, the cards are played
But i just can't fit
And it's too late to quit
I saw them, and I knew them all
Inside a sheet of flame
I saw them, and I knew them all
Inside a sheet of flame
When I'm riding home at night now
I get in so tired
To the saws and bows that spell out
E-M-P-T-Y
E-M-P-T-Y
goodnight my angel of the dark
moonlight rising on the park
i gotta go, it’s nearly morning
though leaving you will break my heart
don’t be afraid of dreams of leaving
remember they are only dreams
they have no meaning in the sunlight
just the same as you and me
and i hear friends walk by the river
ghosts, as night is coming in
loneliness is like a mirror
you see yourself in everything
goodnight my angel of the dark
moonlight rising on the park
i gotta go, it’s nearly morning
After all the lights go low we find ourselves alone
We could be just anywhere but no one's going home
You got my name, pick up my number
Come on darling, let's be lovers
You got my name, pick up my number
Come on darling, let's be lovers
Now see the dying summer moon
It's shining just for me and you
And the night that seems so alone is gone, gone, gone
Weave the sunlight in your hair, catch it in your arms
I can see you movin' in, I'm easy and I'm calm
You got my name, pick up my number
Come on darling, let's be lovers
You got my name, pick up my number
Come on darling, let's be lovers
Now see that dying summer moon
It's shining just for me and you
And the night that seems so alone is gone, gone, gone
I see that dying string
It's shining just for me and you
And the night that seems so alone is gone, gone, gone
Kids all jumping bonfires on the heath
Kids all jumping bonfires on the heath
How’m I going to get myself to sleep?
Late October sunlight in the wood
Late October sunlight in the wood
Nothing here quite moves the way it should
Laughing windows up and down the street
Laughing windows up and down the street
And the walls are closing in on me
Kids all jumping bonfires on the heath
Kids all jumping bonfires on the heath
Bicycles have drifted through these leaves still wet
with rain
August now has faded in the silence of the rain
I remember one Sunday, riding in through the gate
Three balloons in a white sky, 1978
La la la.....
Playgrounds where we spent our days
Return within our dreams
What it is, it isn't up to me
I've been driving in my car
On Sunday in the rain
