As Night Is Falling

The Clientele

Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song 
Then you smile 
It's the kind of place where dizzy and awake you face 
the night 
And I stoop to touch the skin that only seems to be 
here in my mind 

And I see a stranger now 
Playing games that break her heart 

Oh miss jones oh miss jones can't you see 
Oh miss jones oh miss jones it's me 

I am in a dream and I don't know why 
The sweetest pain that I, the sweetest pain that I, I, 
I 
Sunday in the garden and my mind, oh my mind 

And my fever close my eyes 
Till my dream enclose my mind 

Oh miss jones oh miss jones can't you see 
Oh miss jones oh miss jones it's me 

Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song 
Then you smile 
It's the kind of place where dizzy and awake you face 
the night