[ The Clientele — (I Can’t Seem To) Make You Mine ]
(Verse 1)
In the silence of the garden Moss arizing on the wind
And the beast is pondering love love love
‘Till the rusty nail grow dim
(Chorus)
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 rhythm and the rain
And the ivy coiled around my hand
(Verse 2)
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
