Peach, Plum, Pear - Joanna Newsom

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