Peach

I try to figure it out I tried to make you slow down but show you 'round I tried to make you my own Like the scratch cards Which were never one in four But optimistically as ever As certain as the break of dawn So am I a part of the play Am I apart from the play Am I a part of the grey Am I a part of the wayside When you're at the turn of the page From the mouse in it's maze From the heart in it's cage to the stars and the moonlight And I am fully aware These four have been done before And I know that you must be bored I'd be lying if I said that I didn't care And to tell the truth now No matter where I'm supposed to be The substitutes are a poor excuse It's never a perfect symmetry On the wain while down beneath the dust And dullened in the distance, I'm no different I'm not there As we spin round, further from the fairground I see clearer now I'm distant I'm no different almost anywhere Would you notice all the same? And its hard to take when I'm lost in the streets I used to know Its a farce to fake like a peach without a stone And its hard to take when I'm lost in the streets I used to know Its a farce to fake like a peach without a stone On the wain while down beneath the dust And dullened in the distance, I'm no different I'm not there As we spin round, further from the fairground I see clearer now I'm distant I'm no different I'm not there On the wain while down beneath the dust And dullened in the distance, I'm no different I'm not there