There's a note
That the world plays out of tune
Some silver afternoon
And you see the sunlight dying on the lawn
Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
Sometimes in a lonely alleyway
Everything cracks like porcelain
Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
All the empty sidewalks in the street
All the voices in the fields
What if they're real?
Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
All the empty sidewalks in the street
All the voices in the fields
What if they're real?
The Clientele - Paul Verlaine Lyrics
The Clientele - Paul Verlaine Lyrics
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There's a note
That the world plays out of tune
Some silver afternoon
And you see the sunlight dying on the lawn
Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
Sometimes in a lonely alleyway
Everything cracks like porcelain
Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
All the empty sidewalks in the street
All the voices in the fields
What if they're real?
Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
All the empty sidewalks in the street
All the voices in the fields
What if they're real?
That the world plays out of tune
Some silver afternoon
And you see the sunlight dying on the lawn
Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
Sometimes in a lonely alleyway
Everything cracks like porcelain
Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
All the empty sidewalks in the street
All the voices in the fields
What if they're real?
Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
All the empty sidewalks in the street
All the voices in the fields
What if they're real?