Parade Music - Syrup Lyrics

Steam crosses lazy over raptured winds
Casting off the cool of the climb
From flustered cheeks and outstretched weeks
I'm curling under wheels of the times

Set out to leaves with the scratch of cement
Pulling closer to calls unobservant and spent
With ten years of inkblots and a stubborn content
On no, it's getting old

I've splayed my fingers into glue
To force worn pieces into new
Warm rain laps gently by the door
Each pinprick pulling out from view
While pictures play behind the wall
In fevered fumbling curtain calls
To try and force me to the streets
Curtailed by softness, sage and sweet

Steam crosses lazy over raptured winds
Casting off the cool of the climb
From flustered cheeks and outstretched weeks
I'm curling under wheels of the times