Grenadine Lyrics by Sorcha Richardson
The low hiss of the tape machine
Well that’ll put your mind to rest
The ice chips and the grenadine
The January acid test
I park the car beside the gate
I watch the waves against the wall
In every way the hours late
And we’re just waiting on a call
I push the pedal
I make the harmony sing
Teeth in the medal
Baby, it’s all that I bring
Oh but
No sirens or the flashing lights
To flood the garden blue and red
Asleep awake and in between
The roses and the robin’s bed
The morning light on Thomas Street
The party that you couldn’t miss
My nightingale the last to leave
I used to be your catalyst
I push the pedal
I make the harmony sing
Teeth in the medal
Baby, it’s all that I bring
Oh but
I push the pedal
I make the harmony sing
But I can’t make sense of anything
The low hiss of the tape machine
Well, that’ll put your mind to rest
The ice chips and the grenadine
The January acid test
