PEACH

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 boys 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 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, hmm