PEACH

(альбом: FRUITLAND - 2023)

What a peach
A sight for sore eyes
Someone who devastates you with the truth in all her white lies
I believed her
For keeps and all time
But once you get the taste of her
On your tongue and on your mind
That is it
Her claiming of you
Your waiting heart is
Fading farther from the wind she sails through
And your world
Is just her oyster
As you walk arm in arm
Through every park while girls and boy stir

Who knows when this life ends
When it stops or starts again
If our days are numbered babe
Then why do we keep count?
I'll just sit, enjoy the view
I have of you right now

I'm a peach on her lips
The juice from every bite of me
Is what she wants to sip
Oh then turn me into wine
While all the holy ghosts in her just
Say there's just no more time
And what is gold now is mud
The garden I will grow from this
Is what I will become
And I'll be held in pots of clay
For now I'll have this look of sadness
Pressed upon my face

Who knows when this life ends
When it stops or starts again
If our days are numbered babe
Then why do we keep count?
I'll just sit, enjoy the view
I have of you right now

What a peach