Like anything
Like anything worth doing
The plot is difficult
The voice is low, you are an idiot
Explored the written word
But now that you've seen nakedness
Will you see the good in everyone
Am I singing for strangers
What a voice
When strangers sing these harmonies
The eyes are wide in discovery
So I eat peaches in the afternoon,
Serenade old men on their balconies
I gave up on trying to pin it down
Am I singing for strangers
