Peaches

The Districts

Peaches

Title Peaches
Album A Flourish And A Spoil
Notes Free Water Co./The Dirty Districts Inc./Dissed Ricks Inc. (Lawson@roynet.com) 100% Publishing & _% Master
Vocals Male
  • Composer

    ROBERT RICHARD GROTE/CONNOR PHILLIP JACOBUS/BRADEN ISAAC LAWRENCE

Lyrics

Well I don’t want to sing about the peaches in the vatican.
and I don’t want to hear about the bird on the hill,
Why you want to fight when you know that I’ll be gone again?
Well I don’t want to write god’s name into my will.
Aren’t you scared of making what will become empty promises?
and aren’t you busy worrying that the rainbows might depart.
Are you still now wishing that your eyes would see all rose again?
Well I won’t be throwing out all these memories and thoughts.
Winter dreams, and roses
Peeling tangerines.
Live so long, it’s like nothing’s blooming,
it’s all grey.
Throw the trash away.
I remember evenings when the days were busy spinning ‘round.
when we’d crack mothers’ backs just by walking the street.
Now I’m sore and aching for the clock to fall past twelve again.
In sleep I’m free from seeing who I’ve turned out to be,
I’m young but I can’t shake this feeling all my days are dwindling,
That deep beneath facades and smiles there’s nothing much to hold.
And when we used to run my eyes would fill with all that’s glittering,
But deep beneath this shimmer I feel nothing may be gold.
Winter dreams, and roses
Peeling tangerines.
Live so long, it’s like nothing’s moving,
it’s estranged.
Throw the trash away.

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