Clientele, The

6 Am Morningside
and 6 am in morningside

the first car rushes by

we walk down to the garden

and the sunlight fills your eyes



and stops me for a moment

'till i turn and look the other way

the windows are all open

and it's saturday



and where i ride the evening turns to blue

and fades away

a silence hangs enchanted

through sunset and the lane



the air is charged with sunlight

and your name is ringing through my mind

cathedral bells and sunlit is the night

From Paroles Mania