Saint Claude - Alternative Version; Live From Spotify London

So softly speaking
Your words a constant babbling stream
Come from nowhere, where, where
Come from nowhere, where, where

Your eyelids paint in chalk
Shimmering haze just as you talk
Are you sinking, king, king?
Are you sinking, king, king?

I see that your left arm is ink stained
And since you're sleeveless
Your winged lion gives a sly wink
Does he know my loneliness?

And then I steal a glimpse of your face
As you turn the other way
Now I'll play your ghost as my ace
Whenever I'm led astray

Here's my station
Here's my station
Oooh
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
Here's my station
Here's my station
Oooh
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you

Such an attitude
Impatient, gloriously rude
Are you for real, real, real
You're not for real, real, real

Every breath you take
Is a violent strain that breaks
Through the cursing, sing, sing
Through the cursing, sing, sing

No, before you, I had nothing
But a handful of sad scents
And this town is dead, my darling
You're the one that reinvents

With my lips sealed I say a prayer
"Long live the fool, kill the king"
I am offered newborn anger
And the storm will hear us sing

Here's my station
Here's my station
Oooh
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
Here's my station
Here's my station
Eeeeh
But if you say just one word
I'll stay

Pour que l'orage s'annonce
Pour que l'orage s'annonce
Pour que l'orage s'annonce

We are so lonely
In this part of town
Say, we are so lonely
We are
We are, we are
Lonely