Whippoorwill - Clock Opera

There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.

No time can kill

Since you went away

And if I don’t climb it, maybe no one will

I could hide until

There’s nothing left to say

But I won’t let it go

Why won’t I let it go?

I won’t let it go

Why won’t I let it go?

I won’t let it go

Why won’t I let it go?

But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows

There’s a hole in the house no holiday can change

No wood can frame

Since you went away

Like a conversation scrubbed out on a page

On an unlit stage

Nothing left to say

But I won’t let it go

Why won’t I let it go?

I won’t let it go

Why won’t I let it go?

I won’t let it go

Why won’t I let it go?

But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows

I can feel its hands around my neck

I can feel its fingers on my eye

I can feel it hang across my leg

I can feel it anywhere I hide

There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.

There’s a hole in the

house no fairground ride will fill.

But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill

There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.

There’s a hole in the

house no fairground ride will fill.

There’s a hole in the house no fairground

ride will fill.

There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.

There’s a hole in the house feels like a lone car still.

Like an unpaid bill.

Since you went away.

And your face is frozen, but I hear you still.

Hidden in a whippoorwill calling

it out again.

But I won’t let it go

Why won’t I let it go?

I won’t let it go

Why won’t I let it go?

I won’t let it go

Why won’t I let it go?

But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows

I can feel its hands around my neck

I can feel its fingers on my eye

I can feel it hang across my leg

I can feel it anywhere I hide

There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.

There’s a hole in the

house no fairground ride will fill.

But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill

I can feel its hands around my neck

I can feel its fingers on my eye

I can feel it hang across my leg

I can feel it anywhere I hide

There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.

There’s a hole in the

house no fairground ride will fill.

But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill

But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill

But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill