Clientele, The
Elm Grove Window
In the window there's an eye that doesn't seem to realize the lights have changedHe stops now, waiting, almost still, and all the cars and people have just gone awayAnd England's meadows beckon him, a thousand people sitting in the evening sunWhere city boys in polished cars blow smoke rings with their cigarettes and wander home'Cause a girl met a neighbor and loved him and then she just left him thereAnd an eye that is somehow just dead to the cold as the autumn airAnd England's meadows never see the same... ever againAnd all the people turn around and they go up and they go down and tell their liesThere's something in the evening sun that's falling like a dream will hold and hypnotizeIn the light of the years going past and the tears of a tired romanceWell, she flew on the wind from the moment and he taught her how to danceAnd the clown with his still eyes will cry in the light of the sunWhat's she done, what's she done?What's she done, what's she done?
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