Lyrics Owen Pallett - peach plum pear

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
you seem 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.
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 am blue, I am blue, and unwell,
made me bolt like a horse.
ooh, 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.
You've changed some.
Water run from the snow.
Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
And you've changed some:
peach, plum, pear.