Syrup by The Dawn Bombs Lyrics
Sleek and liquid in the sky up top
A drop of dark ascends through the fold
Darting back and below with a shift in commitment
To controvert the future extolled
Sleep don't heal me, father, I'm searching out for a new fix now
Something surreptitious, I know the blueprints aren't avowed
So I called off the quarrel and disconnected for some time
Would a chord of quartz precision
Change before the courts decide
You can demonstrate so many ways to leave
But falling once a year bleeds so naturally
Funny I could say the same of myself too
Locked in a landslide, a sliver of gold light on you
Anything I need I'll ask of a last resort
And attend to a little too late to conclude my delusional view
You're so far above my hands
I'm breaking tenderly and ready to fold
I'll look down to find a loose hold to lean into, buy some time
Perhaps tragedy distracts from me letting go
Far away from the world
I could climb to a strata above my design
Wealth, eternal pleasure and streets made to shine seem a little avaricious to my own eyes
I might ascertain the light of truth from a twisted mind
Somewhere on the line is a link to connect us by
I'll still look up for you, but amend just a little too late to conclude my delusional view
A drop of dark ascends through the fold
Darting back and below with a shift in commitment
To controvert the future extolled
Sleep don't heal me, father, I'm searching out for a new fix now
Something surreptitious, I know the blueprints aren't avowed
So I called off the quarrel and disconnected for some time
Would a chord of quartz precision
Change before the courts decide
You can demonstrate so many ways to leave
But falling once a year bleeds so naturally
Funny I could say the same of myself too
Locked in a landslide, a sliver of gold light on you
Anything I need I'll ask of a last resort
And attend to a little too late to conclude my delusional view
You're so far above my hands
I'm breaking tenderly and ready to fold
I'll look down to find a loose hold to lean into, buy some time
Perhaps tragedy distracts from me letting go
Far away from the world
I could climb to a strata above my design
Wealth, eternal pleasure and streets made to shine seem a little avaricious to my own eyes
I might ascertain the light of truth from a twisted mind
Somewhere on the line is a link to connect us by
I'll still look up for you, but amend just a little too late to conclude my delusional view