Retiro Park - The Clientele

Monday’s cool but Tuesday’s slow

But sunshine follows everywhere I go

The dead streets and the signs

Well none of them are mine

I’m walking in Retiro Park tonight

I’m walking in Retiro Park tonight

And somehow in this dream I’m getting tired

The forest seems to breathe

There’s something in the trees

The forest seems to breathe

There’s something in the trees

I’m walking in Retiro Park tonight

I’m walking in Retiro Park tonight

And somehow in this dream I’m getting tired

The dead streets and the signs

Well none of them are mine

The dead streets and the signs

Well none of them are mine

I’m walking in Retiro Park tonight

I’m walking in Retiro Park tonight

It’s raining in my house but outside’s dry

The forest seems to breathe

There’s something in the trees

The forest seems to breathe

There’s something in the trees