Parsley Sounds

Military bliss
Shamens in your shoes
Dollar tambourines
Fall in the stream blue and green

Turn the summer over
Let me feel too much
Then all that energy could not guarantee
Hawking talking rust

Kicking up the dust
Goldrush is the air
Spilling everywhere hidden virtue
Turn the summer over

Let me feel too much
Then all that energy could not guarantee
Take a seat and fall asleep and sing my little song
Carry on

Military bliss: never knew someone
Shavings in the food who won't know who you are
Dollar tambourines driving in my car
You fall in the stream in too deep fantasies finding their fusions

Turn the summer over turn the summer over
Let me feel too much let me feel too much
Then all that energy could not guarantee then all that energy could not shake the freeze
Take a seat and fall asleep and sing my little song

Carry on

There amongst the little shops on the promenade frontage
December's the look in your eyes
This couldn't mean that much to you not to know why
Upon st john the seagulls swing

The statues stare they're whispering
December's the look in your eyes
This couldn't mean that much to you not to know why
Memories fading out of range

Faces and places that your chasing
Hallucinations entertain
Spreading your wings
Its an autumn palace now

Mrs Jones your time is round
We've come to take you over
December's the look in your eyes
This shouldn't mean that much to you not to know why

Zeroes multiply
Memories fading out of range
Faces and places that your chasing
Upon st john the seagulls swing

Stature stares
The wind is whispering
Don't you worry about the stairs love
Take this lift to keep you up there

There amongst the little shops on the promenade frontage
December's the look in your eyes
This couldn't mean that much to you not to know why
Zeroes multiply

This couldn't mean that much to you