She Sees Secret Cyphers Lyrics

Calculating distant ceilings, constant blaring, instant feelings

Where'd you say this car was heading?

Couldn't hear a sound, yeah

I spent all my luck in heaven, urgency has got to happen now

Bail me out of winding streets with no receipts

Cop that jacket now on your feet

Sun's gone cold perhaps we're too old

To paint that face that lovely lovely face oh yeah

Winding streets with no receipts

Cop that jacket now on your feet

The bus is cold perhaps we're too old

To leave this place this lovely lovely place

And I'll run my hand across your face

Tell you something you've been dying to hear

The timing's off, the tune it ain't clear

But when I'm with you now honey

I've nothing to fear