K - The Clientele
Back into that falling night
the birches and the silhouettes
haunted the plain, sweet lord
here I am again
You flower through my nails
and skin moving like the sunlight
in the alleyways but in this life we
won’t meet again
You flower through my nails and
skin moving like the sunlight in the
alleyways, but in this life we won’t
meet again
we won’t meet again
