The House Always Wins Songtext - The Clientele

The House Always Wins - The Clientele

So wake up and smell the scent on your skin
The night breathes easily, the subway's wind
Carries me back
Brings me all the way back in

Here's a car that we can drive, come on, get in
Through the night that rolls in every room
You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon

And I see the sad young friend has gone away
With his promises, his speeches and his poems
But the fields have drifted in to fill his space
Like ghosts, like ghosts

Here's a car that we can drive, come on, get in
Through the night that rolls in every room
You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon

And I remember afternoons inside your mother's house
Us skipping school and getting high inside
But I can't even think about anymore
I can't fit my words inside

The afternoons were grey and overwhelming as they fell
To fused lamps and September's clarity
The way back home is lost to us forever in the night
And the leaves, the falling leaves

Here's a car that we can drive, come on, get in
Through the night that rolls in every room
You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon


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