As Night Is Falling - The Clientele

Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song

Then you smile

It’s the kind of place where, dizzy and awake

You face the night

And I stoop to touch the skin

That only seems to be here in my mind

And I see a stranger now

Playing games that break her heart

Oh, Miss Jones

Oh, Miss Jones, can’t you see?

Oh, Miss Jones

Oh, Miss Jones, it’s me

I am in a dream and I don’t know why

The sweetest pain that I, the sweetest pain that I

Sunday in the garden and my mind, oh my mind

And my fever close my eyes till my dream enclose my mind

Oh, Miss Jones

Oh, Miss Jones, can’t you see?

Oh, Miss Jones

Oh, Miss Jones, it’s me

Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song

Then you smile

It’s the kind of place where, dizzy and awake

You face the night