Breathe in Now
The Clientele
Another empty night has come
Drumming through my fingertips, the house revolves
Come on darling, step inside, let me find you a place
Where we can come back down
Shadows moving in the quiet house tonight
Static in the air, a sense of falling
Voices passing in the street
Come and go and breathe the fever into everything
The night's protections fall apart in the silent hour
I burn down
