Lời bài hát: Clientele (The). Lost Weekend. North School Drive.

the garden sliding past is overwhelming
receding though an unreal windowpane
through watercolour mornings by the newsagents
to nights we carry, carry away

the headlights on the driveway are a mirage
from fields that stretch into the empty night
unreal inside this windowpane we pass them
deliver me to bars and crowds and lights