Song | Clementines |
Artist | Bishop Allen |
Album | Ep Collection Vol. 2 |
Let us raise this glass of wine | |
For your blood burns just like mine | |
And we neither felt too much going home | |
You know I never really had the mind | |
For an ordinary life | |
But I guess I’m going to give it a try | |
So here goes… | |
And I know we both had enough | |
Drinking from this broken cup | |
That we neither feel too much more like sherry | |
But again, boys, to your feet | |
One last time on Benefit Street | |
Set aside these worried lives you’ve been bearing | |
Though the years have been unkind | |
Like a winter clementine | |
We can only come of age in the cold | |
Now, what small comfort we might take | |
That we’ve both been born to brave | |
Leaves us humbled, keeps us honest; we’re bold | |
And we laugh, and we sing, and we dance of the dance of the wise men | |
And alone in the dark, we don’t know what their secrets weave | |
And I promise, I know that the poison will surely pass through you | |
If you scrub, and you wash, then eventually you will come clean | |
Then they gather in the gloom | |
Shadows of a darkened room | |
Playing games of luck and fortune, they never win | |
Don’t use shiny tints of wallflowers, counting out your final hours | |
Go on, take a swing, again | |
And we laugh, and we sing, and we dance of the dance of the wise men | |
And alone in the dark, we don’t know what their secrets weave | |
And I promise, I know that the poison will surely pass through you | |
If you scrub, and you wash, then eventually you will come clean |
Let us raise this glass of wine | |
For your blood burns just like mine | |
And we neither felt too much going home | |
You know I never really had the mind | |
For an ordinary life | |
But I guess I' m going to give it a try | |
So here goes | |
And I know we both had enough | |
Drinking from this broken cup | |
That we neither feel too much more like sherry | |
But again, boys, to your feet | |
One last time on Benefit Street | |
Set aside these worried lives you' ve been bearing | |
Though the years have been unkind | |
Like a winter clementine | |
We can only come of age in the cold | |
Now, what small comfort we might take | |
That we' ve both been born to brave | |
Leaves us humbled, keeps us honest we' re bold | |
And we laugh, and we sing, and we dance of the dance of the wise men | |
And alone in the dark, we don' t know what their secrets weave | |
And I promise, I know that the poison will surely pass through you | |
If you scrub, and you wash, then eventually you will come clean | |
Then they gather in the gloom | |
Shadows of a darkened room | |
Playing games of luck and fortune, they never win | |
Don' t use shiny tints of wallflowers, counting out your final hours | |
Go on, take a swing, again | |
And we laugh, and we sing, and we dance of the dance of the wise men | |
And alone in the dark, we don' t know what their secrets weave | |
And I promise, I know that the poison will surely pass through you | |
If you scrub, and you wash, then eventually you will come clean |