Peaches

Never did what you were told

Only took what you were sold in Mayfair

On a Sunday

Never did what you were told

Just wanted hands to hold, never let go

But they let go

Dyed your hair every shade of blonde

Dark brown for the winter's cold in New York

In the city

Peaches, peaches, peaches

Peaches, peaches, peaches

One night in Camden Town

Saw your shadow hanging 'round by the bus stop

Or the chip shop

To me, your mystery

Brought you closer to something I could feel for

And would want more

Drugs come and go like leaves

On the trees or in the streets, eyeliner

Made you lighter

Peaches, peaches, peaches

Peaches, peaches, peaches

A body in the bathroom

Secrets written on the walls

Drowning out the siren calls

Listening to nightmares

Men with boots and silver swords

Banging all night on the door

Punching till their hands are raw

Peaches, peaches, peaches

Peaches, peaches, peaches

Peaches, peaches, peaches

Peaches, peaches, peaches