Descend (The Way) - Parquet Courts

Traveled boots, they fit right

Leather creased by steps since I lose squalor

Aged like wine but still there’s a hum

Climbing midway up the map

Other pavement, dress school slacks

Sneers remind me here that still there’s a hum

Turn it over, pour out the cup

You see the bottom, you’ve got enough

Descend, descend, it’s the way

Like copper in a coffee tin

Worthless though in palaces

Water plus vitamins and still there’s a hum

Edit clear of webs and vines

Real ambition can’t be defined

Cliché but, never mind, still there’s a hum

Turn it over, pour out the cup

You see the bottom, you’ve got enough

Descend, descend, descend, descend, it’s the way

Turn it over, pour out the cup

You see the bottom, you’ve got enough

Descend, descend, descend, descend

Descend, descend, descend, descend

Descend, descend