The Clientele
Breathing Soft and Low
41 & 20
55
I've got so much hate in my heart tonight

But tonight we have no time
So come closer close your eyes
& my fingertips
Reaching out touch your lips
Flood my heart with nothing else but light

Calling from this payphone
Tired & blind
Spinning like a coin through an unlit mind

Have I wasted all my time
Chasing ghosts & butterflies
But my fingertips
Reaching out to touch your lips
Flood my heart with nothing else but light

If the garden stirs with wind
A train is passing by
If there is no railway here
There is one in my mind
I've got so much hate inside my heart tonight