Clementines - Bishop Allen

Let us raise this glass of wine
For your blood burns just like mine
And we neither felt too much going home
You know I never really had the mind
For an ordinary life
But I guess I'm going to give it a try
So here goes
And I know we both had enough
Drinking from this broken cup
That we neither feel too much more like sherry
But again
Boys
To your feet
One last time on benefit street
Set aside these worried lives you've been bearing
Though the years have been unkind
Like a winter clementine
We can only come of age in the cold
Now
What small comfort we might take
That we've both been born to brave
Leaves us humbled
Keeps us honest
We're bold
And we laugh
And we sing
And we dance of the dance of the wise men
And alone in the dark
We don't know what their secrets weave
And I promise
I know that the poison will surely pass through you
If you scrub
And you wash
Then eventually you will come clean
Then they gather in the gloom
Shadows of a darkened room
Playing games of luck and fortune
They never win
Don't use shiny tints of wallflowers
Counting out your final hours
Go on
Take a swing
Again
And we laugh
And we sing
And we dance of the dance of the wise men
And alone in the dark
We don't know what their secrets weave
And I promise
I know that the poison will surely pass through you
If you scrub
And you wash
Then eventually you will come clean