The Clientele

The Clientele - Impossible songtekst

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	 Impossible ringtone on your mobile phone

There's a place that we can go

at the end of a long slow day

streetlamps fuse the rising night

I feel so far away


when you came back late, from the garden

I couldn't turn my eyes

and I was dead


outside in the crowded pines

ships are sailing though the wood

impossible

leaving in the space between

the Hovis homes, the railway heath

impossible


I can see my freedom but I need a little time

your hair wet and your arms full

you were dead, you were alive


looking in the heart of light

looking into the silence


from those nights so frigid

they seemed hardly real

through the last light on the plain

Roland to the dark tower came

weialala leia

weialala leia

impossible

impossible

impossible
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