Moths are rising on the wind
And the beast is pondering love love love
‘Till the rusty nails grow dim
I can’t seem to make you mine
Through the long and lonely night
And I try so hard, darling
But the crowd pulled you away
Through the ribbons and the rain
And the ivy coiled around my hands
So I lingered with the people
In the silent August glade
But the rain has brought the night
And the night has brought the rain."
The Clientele (Used in The Lake House).
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