She Sees Secret Cyphers

Calculating distant ceilings
Constant blaring instant feelings
Where'd you say this car was heading?
Couldn't hear a sound
Yeah
I've 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
The 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