Pressure - The Parlour Suite

Setting sun, when the pressure’s done

Gone and past, where the lines first met

Mark the time, setting to the west

Like an old

She swings it open wide

Waiting on the

And the light she drew for you

Make the pressure falling down on you

And she you in the eyes

And she’s taking up all your time

Make the pressure falling down on you

Gateway gleam, she’s picking at the seams

Neon lights shine the wounds a bright

Press them down, mark the golden time

Like an old photograph

She swings it open wide

Waiting on the

And the light she drew for you

Make the pressure falling down on you

And she you in the eyes

And she’s taking up all your time

Make the pressure falling down on you

Gateway gleam, she’s picking at the seams

Neon lights shine the wounds a bright

Press them down, mark the golden die

Like an old photograph

She swings it open wide

Waiting on the

And the light she drew for you

Make the pressure falling down on you

And she you in the eyes

And she’s taking up all your time

Make the pressure falling down on you

Pressure falling down on you

Pressure falling down on you

Pressure falling down on you