My Own Face Inside The Trees

	作曲 : The Clientele/Alasdair MacLean
	All the pines that shiver in the park
	Kick my fever through the dark
	Through the railings and the iron
	Empty bars and tenement lines
	Something slips back into place
	For a second there's a trace
	Of my face inside the trees
	Sudden light in everything
	I get up and head down into work
	Running errands like a jerk
	But the fever does me in
	Never touching anything
	Like the sea inside a shell
	Everything speaks to itself
	Darkness comes at half past three
	My own face is in the trees
	For six years I have seen a friend in summer crowds in Europe
	When the evening falls
	For six years I have seen a friend in summer crowds in Europe
	When the evening falls
	So I left myself back in the night
	Moving into clearer light
	Neither here nor really gone
	Both surrounded and alone
	Like the sea inside a shell
	Everything speaks to itself
	Darkness comes at half past three
	My own face is in the trees

	zuò qǔ : The Clientele Alasdair MacLean
	All the pines that shiver in the park
	Kick my fever through the dark
	Through the railings and the iron
	Empty bars and tenement lines
	Something slips back into place
	For a second there' s a trace
	Of my face inside the trees
	Sudden light in everything
	I get up and head down into work
	Running errands like a jerk
	But the fever does me in
	Never touching anything
	Like the sea inside a shell
	Everything speaks to itself
	Darkness comes at half past three
	My own face is in the trees
	For six years I have seen a friend in summer crowds in Europe
	When the evening falls
	For six years I have seen a friend in summer crowds in Europe
	When the evening falls
	So I left myself back in the night
	Moving into clearer light
	Neither here nor really gone
	Both surrounded and alone
	Like the sea inside a shell
	Everything speaks to itself
	Darkness comes at half past three
	My own face is in the trees