K  -  The  Clientele

Back  into  that  falling  night

the  birches  and    the  silhouettes

haunted  the  plain,  sweet  lord

here  I  am  again

You  flower  through  my  nails

and  skin  moving  like  the  sunlight

in  the  alleyways  but  in  this  life  we

won’t  meet  again

You  flower  through  my  nails  and

skin  moving  like  the  sunlight  in  the

alleyways,  but  in  this  life  we  won’t

meet  again

we  won’t  meet  again