Since We Last Spoke

The Clientele

[?] in the shadows, [?] tonight
I'm so [?] I close my eyes
It's spooky when you don't know your own mind

Since we last spoke, the colors blurred
The blue-eyed girl, the window ledge
Today's opaque and crystal clear
There must be someone that ain't here

One night I vanished from my life
I just became a stranger to myself
[?] inside the square, [?] on the stairs
Feeling somewhere else

Since we last spoke, the night seems deeper
Light is darker, dark is clearer
My grass don't grow, my moon don't rise
I see no future in my eyes

Sometimes I feel as if I'm falling
On and on and on until the end
With no reason and no rhyme
Wasting time, going, calling friends

It's spooky when you don't know your own mind

Since we last spoke, the strangest thing
My clocks don't strike, my bells don't ring
My grass don't grow, my moon don't rise
I see no future in my eyes

Now it grows late on All Soul's Night
And I imagine Nero in the crowd
What I've got to do tonight, uptown's quiet
Something's going down