The Clientele
North School Drive
[Verse 1]
The garden sliding past is overwhelming
Receding through an unreal windowpane
Through watercolour mornings by the newsagents
To nights we carry, carry away
[Verse 2]
The headlights on the driveway are a mirage
From fields that stretch into the empty night
Unreal inside this windowpane, we pass them
Deliver me to bars and crowds and lights