The Clientele - Three Month Summers lyrics

Three month summers In the haunted suburbs pa** Your tea leaves in your gla** You think you're Paul Verlaine Helen in the Rhododendrons Stole your clothes I lost myself, I vanished in A brief ecstatic rain Autumn round the corner With its eeriness Someone's smoking in a hatchback Screwing on your lawn Late that year I caught a glimpse Inside the trees I cannot tell you what I saw I was somebody else As I sing, the night is clear The swallows fly in from nowhere From nowhere I never saw them before I never saw them before I never saw them before