Lyrics Whippoorwill - Clock Opera

Whippoorwill

There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
No time can kill
Since you went away
And if I don’t climb it, maybe no one will
I could hide until
There’s nothing left to say
But I won’t let it go
Why won’t I let it go?
I won’t let it go
Why won’t I let it go?
I won’t let it go
Why won’t I let it go?
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows
There’s a hole in the house no holiday can change
No wood can frame
Since you went away
Like a conversation scrubbed out on a page
On an unlit stage
Nothing left to say
But I won’t let it go
Why won’t I let it go?
I won’t let it go
Why won’t I let it go?
I won’t let it go
Why won’t I let it go?
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows
I can feel its hands around my neck
I can feel its fingers on my eye
I can feel it hang across my leg
I can feel it anywhere I hide
There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There’s a hole in the
house no fairground ride will fill.
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill
There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There’s a hole in the
house no fairground ride will fill.
There’s a hole in the house no fairground
ride will fill.
There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There’s a hole in the house feels like a lone car still.
Like an unpaid bill.
Since you went away.
And your face is frozen, but I hear you still.
Hidden in a whippoorwill calling
it out again.
But I won’t let it go
Why won’t I let it go?
I won’t let it go
Why won’t I let it go?
I won’t let it go
Why won’t I let it go?
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill knows
I can feel its hands around my neck
I can feel its fingers on my eye
I can feel it hang across my leg
I can feel it anywhere I hide
There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There’s a hole in the
house no fairground ride will fill.
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill
I can feel its hands around my neck
I can feel its fingers on my eye
I can feel it hang across my leg
I can feel it anywhere I hide
There’s a hole in the house no fairground ride will fill.
There’s a hole in the
house no fairground ride will fill.
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill
But the whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill