My pleasures are very small
Sometimes they can't be measured at all
Wisp of smoke, a pound of a drum
Smell of the sea or a look just caught
Men working all day long
Building what they'll soon take down
Sweat evaporates
Before it falls to the ground
Bus takes us where it wants
Driver's not paid enough
Under flickering lights
A city shoots its cinema
You love the dislocation
Extended as a song
Ducking the procession
Into a sand-castle bar
Over the sea under the stars
Into the blue burning
Eyes catching time
As it goes passing
Bob Gaulke - Parade Structures Lyrics
Bob Gaulke - Parade Structures Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
My pleasures are very small
Sometimes they can't be measured at all
Wisp of smoke, a pound of a drum
Smell of the sea or a look just caught
Men working all day long
Building what they'll soon take down
Sweat evaporates
Before it falls to the ground
Bus takes us where it wants
Driver's not paid enough
Under flickering lights
A city shoots its cinema
You love the dislocation
Extended as a song
Ducking the procession
Into a sand-castle bar
Over the sea under the stars
Into the blue burning
Eyes catching time
As it goes passing
Sometimes they can't be measured at all
Wisp of smoke, a pound of a drum
Smell of the sea or a look just caught
Men working all day long
Building what they'll soon take down
Sweat evaporates
Before it falls to the ground
Bus takes us where it wants
Driver's not paid enough
Under flickering lights
A city shoots its cinema
You love the dislocation
Extended as a song
Ducking the procession
Into a sand-castle bar
Over the sea under the stars
Into the blue burning
Eyes catching time
As it goes passing
Writer: Robert Gaulke
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid