The Clientele
Three Month Summers
[Verse 1]
Three month summers
In the haunted suburbs pass
Your tea leaves in your glass
You think you're Paul Verlaine

[Verse 2]
Helen in the Rhododendrons
Stole your clothes
I lost myself, I vanished in
A brief ecstatic rain

[Verse 3]
Autumn round the corner
With its eeriness
Someone's smoking in a hatchback
Screwing on your lawn

[Verse 4]
Late that year I caught a glimpse
Inside the trees
I cannot tell you what I saw
I was somebody else

[Verse 5]
As I sing, the night is clear
The swallows fly in from nowhere
From nowhere
I never saw them before
I never saw them before
I never saw them before