The Lovely Blackcurrant Cordial Syrup [NDC]

[Wave 1] Dark red cordial pouring down into the cold glass. Ice cubes clinking soft as the water starts to pass. Dark purple swirling slowly through the liquid haze. August afternoon in a warm and sleepy daze. [Wave 2] Condensation rolling down the outer side of the glass. Watching every single second slowly start to pass. One sip of blackcurrant, sweet and heavy on the tongue. Tasting like a summer memory when we were young. [Chorus] Blackcurrant waves in a glass of ice. Floating away to a paradise. Sweet dark red in a summer haze. Lost inside of the August days. [Wave 3] Stirring with a spoon as the ice begins to melt away. Drifting with the rhythm of a slow and quiet day. Purple shadows dancing in the fading afternoon. Listening to the hum of a distant tape-deck tune. [Chorus] Blackcurrant waves in a glass of ice. Floating away to a paradise. Sweet dark red in a summer haze. Lost inside of the August days.