Claire’s Not Real
The Clientele, Alasdair MacLean
[Verse 1]
The fire lanes and the bridleways
The sculptures made of rain
On the 15th August
The fires came back again
[Chorus 1]
But as the night time fades away
I don't know, I don't know anyway
Is it written on my face?
I don't know, I don't know anyway
But there's something I can do
Here with you, here with you
But there's something I can do
Here with you
[Verse 2]
And sometimes I'm walking home, at my door
I am not there anymore, I am not there anymore
Do you know what I mean?
Is the dream hard to shake?
[Chorus 2]
But as thе night time fades away
I don't know, I don't know anyway
Is it written on my facе?
I don't know, I don't know anyway
But there's something I can do
Here with you, here with you
But there's something I can feel
Claire's not real