The Clientele

The Clientele - Driving South lyrics

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Though I know you'll never read the words I'm writing now

shopping lists, ephemera beneath the Kingston stars

evening rain is drifting in through spaces in the dark

and I dream of angels in the plumes of cigarettes

a single feather floating high above the silent Thames

bright electric trains on Friday

evening rain again


me and mr.jones

so, so speechless and alone

shopping lists, ephemera beneath the silent Kingston stars you know


drifting though the Sunday mall until I'm blind

and tonight tonight tonight the time is mine

to purge the sweetness from my heart

and turn my eyes back to the darkness speechlessly

wherever it is I should be


(chorus)


it's a suburb in the rain

it don't matter anyway

I get into work with the night still in my mind

on bright electric trains I'm blind


drifting though the Sunday mall

and burning in the night

I wish I was driving south forever

from the light upon the asphalt and the rain

but into Sunday's dreams I fall again

standing in my kitchen

I am turning with a fever in my heart

above the drifting summer and the dark
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Language: English

Appearing on: A Fading Summer - EP (2000)

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