The Pastels - Cycle

a song by Aggi / Stephen

Sticky melon juices flow
Cycle paths broken glass
Where did all our summers go
Boarded-up bars dull neon stars
A logging lorry lost its way
Guided by your sweet allure
Tender tasting wanting more
Only me that knows you're there
Don't sit in that empty chair
Where do melted icebergs go
Carbon-dating beating time
Electric cars clashes on mars
Charm me with your hostess calm
Lonely ripples wash the shore
Lazy on the beat and sign
Promises on tips of tongues
Make a place that no one knows
Trickle sand between our toes
Unlearn what we think we know
Shield your eyes wishful sighs
The yellow sign says follow me