Geometry of Lawns - The Clientele

Leaving came to us

Just like a song

A dull geometry of lawns

The sense that you are still a stranger

But we were born

To fade away like light

Looking sideways into life

There is no reason we should stay here

And I know you are listening to this song

Late in a still room with your lover

Now see that moon above the edge of speech

As we flicker like a screen and we are gone

Once a spell of grace

Came over me

And I walked on through empty streets

Redbricks, sweat shops, and madrassahs

Inside everything

I heard a voice

Mechanical, beyond itself

Like the sentence of a dreamer

And I know you are listening to this song

Late in a still room with your lover

Now see that moon above the edge of speech

Out here beyond your reach I’m singing on