| Song | Clementines |
| Artist | Bishop Allen |
| Album | Ep Collection Vol. 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |