The Clientele
My Own Face Inside the Trees
[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Something slips back into place
For a second there's a trace
Of my face inside the trees
Sudden light in everything

[Verse 3]
I get up and head down into work
Running errands like a jerk
But the fever does me in
Never touching anything

[Verse 4]
Like the sea inside a shell
Everything speaks to itself
Darkness comes at half past three
My own face is in the trees

[Bridge]
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
[Verse 5]
So I left myself back in the night
Moving into clearer light
Neither here nor really gone
Both surrounded and alone

[Verse 4]
Like the sea inside a shell
Everything speaks to itself
Darkness comes at half past three
My own face is in the trees