Texty: Joanna Newsom. Peach, Plum, Pear.

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
And you're markedly more
And i'm oozing suprise

But it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
What was golden went gray
And i'm suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divide

And i have read the right books
To interpret your looks
You were knocking me down
With the palm of your eye

Go; na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

This was unlike the story
It was written to be
I was riding its back
When it used to ride me

And we were galloping manic
To the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic
In the face of its force

And i was blue
I am blue
And unwell
Made me bolt like a horse
[made me bold like a whore]

And; na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

Now it's done
Watch it go
And you've changed so

Water run from the snow

Am i so dear?
Do i run rare?
And you've changed
So

Peach, plum, pear
Peach, plum