Whippoorwill - Clock Opera
Vijf jaar geleden was ik helemaal weg van Clock Opera. Maar zoals wel vaker gebeurt, verdween de band vrij anoniem in de vergetelheid. Het is natuurlijk pas dit jaar dat er een opvolger verscheen voor Ways to forget. Ik heb Venn nog niet beluisterd maar deze single maakt me nieuwsgierig, dus de komende dagen leen ik die plaat graag mijn oor.
Je kan het album hier kopen.
Lyrics:
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
No time can kill
Since you went away
And if I don't climb it, maybe no one will
I could hide until
There's nothing left to say
But I won't let it go
Why won't I let it go?
I won't let it go
Why won't I let it go?
I won't let it go
Why won't I let it go?
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows
There's a hole in the house no holiday can change
No wood can frame
Since you went away
Like a conversation scrubbed out on a page
On an unlit stage
Nothing left to say
But I won't let it go
Why won't I let it go?
I won't let it go
Why won't I let it go?
I won't let it go
Why won't I let it go?
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows
I can feel its hands around my neck
I can feel its fingers on my eye
I can feel it hang across my leg
I can feel it anywhere I hide
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There's a hole in the house feels like a lone car still.
Like an unpaid bill.
Since you went away.
And your face is frozen, but I hear you still.
Hidden in a whippoorwill calling it out again.
But I won't let it go
Why won't I let it go?
I won't let it go
Why won't I let it go?
I won't let it go
Why won't I let it go?
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows
I can feel its hands around my neck
I can feel its fingers on my eye
I can feel it hang across my leg
I can feel it anywhere I hide
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill
I can feel its hands around my neck
I can feel its fingers on my eye
I can feel it hang across my leg
I can feel it anywhere I hide
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There's a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill
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