Lisa Hannigan - Pistachio
Sit down, and fire away, I know it's tricky when you're feeling low
When you feel like your flavour has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio
I know you're weighed down
Fed up with your heavy boots laced with melancholy notions all your own I do, like sugar, tend toward the brittle and sticky when spun
And I know my demeanor has gone the way of a photo left out in the sun
So I try to keep myself in lilies and flax seeds
And what's the folly of fooling just yourself
Sit down and smoke away, I wouldn't knock it til you're in them shoes
And I know that our subtlety blows away as a blush
It gives way to a bruise but seemly we'd freely pay the trade off
A dry rot to take the weight off and swap the boots for red shoes
When you feel like your flavour has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio
I know you're weighed down
Fed up with your heavy boots laced with melancholy notions all your own I do, like sugar, tend toward the brittle and sticky when spun
And I know my demeanor has gone the way of a photo left out in the sun
So I try to keep myself in lilies and flax seeds
And what's the folly of fooling just yourself
Sit down and smoke away, I wouldn't knock it til you're in them shoes
And I know that our subtlety blows away as a blush
It gives way to a bruise but seemly we'd freely pay the trade off
A dry rot to take the weight off and swap the boots for red shoes
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