Echo Parade

Capsize in the summertime
 You got the best of mine
 And we're off
 It's an echo parade
 I gave you a wooden box
 Covered in polka dots
 Did it fit?
 Did it give it away?
 What dreams may come
 In camera lenses looking on
 I've seen those
 Faces in the photos on your wall
 But it gets so hard to tell
 Whether we've been here before
 When the road is curved ahead
 Like a cartoon rubber floor
 So let's slip and slide
 And sleep together again once more
 Yeah, it's a circle affair
 It's a circle affair, for sure
 I see circles at war in your eyes
 Cold dilations
 Old vibrations
 I feel patterns alive in the night
 Repetition
 And submission
 In the kitchen late at night
 Waiting for the stove to light
 Grab a mug I got from you
 Fill it with my ginger blues
 Capsize in the summertime
 You got the best of mine
 And we're off
 It's an echo parade