Everything You See Tonight Is Different from Itself

The Clientele

Ballerina, breathe
Doubled night, cohere
    
Nothing here is quite the same
Songbirds singing new refrains
Palpitations on the train and
Static in the grass
    
You just can’t place it as you move
Through nights and days and mornings lost
But everything you see tonight
Is different from itself
    
You’re an empty face
In an empty house
You’re an empty face
In an empty house
    
Birds fly in from Africa
Birds fly in from Africa
Every day is closer
But still something hesitates
    
Nights that sing with car alarms
Broken mains and summer storms
What is it I’m living for?
What am I living for?
    
You’re an empty face
In an empty house
You’re an empty face
In an empty house
    
Ballerina, breathe
Doubled night, cohere
    
I don’t know why
I’m wasting my time
Walking these avenues
    
Stars drift in lines
From bones into eyes
Everything flowers inside
    
Inside
Inside
Inside
    
When all the towers have fallen away
In the lee of the wind, on the west estate
We’ll put the kettle on and hear the school bell sing
Now you and I, we’re holding the line
We’ll light the lamps against winter time
I’ll catch you if you fall, don’t be afraid
Let me in, bride of the whin
    
I’ll come knocking at your door
I’ll see you again
Here you come, into the sun
Vine leaves, constellations, you are here for everyone
    
When all the towers have fallen away
In the lee of the wind, on the west estate
We’ll put the kettle on and hear the school bell sing
Now you and I, we’re holding the line
We’ll light the lamps against winter time
I’ll catch you if you fall don’t be afraid