Lyrics Pressure - The Parlour Suite

Pressure

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