Here Comes the Phantom - The Clientele

April in my mind, but I can’t sleep

So I take a walk under the trees

What did I see?

Summer waits the leaves

As lovely as I’ve ever known

Happiness just comes and goes

My heart is playing like a violin

Sunday, and she called again

Now where can I go?

Somewhere the wind don’t blow me back into the conversations

Promises and situations, yeah

It’s all constant, in the air.

The phantom finds you cryin' in the streets

Lonely cops pick flowers on their beats

And what do they see?

Summer waits in the leaves

As lovely as they’ve ever known

Happiness just comes and goes

My heart is playing like a violin

Sunday and she called again

All of the dreams that you dream

I hope that they are all of me

I hope that they are all of me

It’s the phantom

Here comes the phantom