The Clientele
Emptily Through Holloway
[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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 your eyes

[Bridge]
It's unreal, so unreal
To walk along these streets
It's unreal, so unreal
To close your eyes and breathe

[Verse 2]
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