The Age of Miracles - The Clientele

Swallows wheel from sun-bleached eaves

Trucks glow on peripheries

Light the lamps, the empty house is falling

Turning corners into light

Turning corners into light

Light the lamps, the empty house is falling

Always, tonight, I’m coming home

I have no other dream

Mother of pearl on windowpanes

The grey light of the sea

Always, tonight, I’m coming home

The Pleiades and the Lyre

Over the cranes, the harbour lanes

The world will end in fire

Lately I’ve been living like I’m so far away

Like I’m somebody else

In some other place

Now the year is turning and the eeriness comes

To the boughs of the elms

To the places I love

When the wind was singing

And the chalk path singing

And the white horse singing

And the ridgeway singing:

Nataraja

Nataraja

Ananda tandavum

I am born

In the age of miracles, well all that you hear

Is the sound of the wind

The wind in the elds

(Drinking in days and days of summer light)

Wake up in the night time with the silence so close

Hear the same loving ghost

(The same loving ghost)

That you heard as a boy

(Days and days of summer light)

Lately I’ve been living like I’m so far away

Like I’m somebody else

In some other place

Now the year is turning and the eeriness comes

To the boughs of the elms

To the faces I love

Headlights move on tree-lined roads

Nativity plays

The dance of our days

The dance of our days

The dance of our days