Owl In The Sun

Lyrics

The band is swinging like the 'y' from rhythm
Their beat’s a gift that keeps on giving
Steady as the turn of a majorette
That ragtime’s going to get your feet
Trombone will chase you down the street
There’s a sheen upon this thing
High gloss

With a curl in her lip and her chin in the air
It’s a flame of a match that red in her hair
As she steps across the running board
Of a Rolls Royce 20 drophead coupe
Ecstasy just loops the loop
There’s a sheen upon this thing
High gloss

Don’t look to close to see who pulls the levers
There’s a sheen upon this thing
High gloss

An urban fox breaks cover on the floor
There’s danger in the way she dares the horns for more
Her steps are sharp, her turns are finer
With a finish like a Stella Gambler
Varnish deep as cherry amber
Upon this thing
High gloss

The bank has bought the sequins on her dress
From their reflections to the tassels on this bloody mess
Fortunes made from promises to pay
That were bought and sold
And then told to find a friend and do it again
Until there’s a sheen upon this thing
High gloss