Peaches

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 And why you want to fight when you know that I'll be gone again? I don't want to write God's name into my will Aren't you scared of making what'll become empty promises And aren't you busy worrying that the rainbows might depart? And are you still now wishing that your eyes could 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 is 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