Permanent Fixture

[Verse 1]
The polaroid's curled on the credenza on Valdez Street,
From the long-gone August of seventy-seven.
Every person a beam, holding up the flat ceiling,
A cantilevered moment of Saturday heaven.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the echo decays, but the frequency's locked,
I can pull up the plans from that memory block...

[Chorus]
They built that joy like a permanent fixture,
Wired the whole grid to a Parliament picture.
A high-tensile faith, a Saturday scripture,
Yeah, that joy's a permanent fixture.

[Verse 2]
"The pocket's the conduit," I still hear him say,
As the horn stabs cut through the salt from the bay.
The Moog through the floor was a low-grade tremor,
A seismic event that I still remember.

[Bridge]
I run new connections from that master design,
Drawing current from a joy that's defiantly mine.

[Outro]
A permanent fixture...
My permanent fixture.