Nectarine

Those looks have closed me in your palm

sent me dreaming softly between

but I wont stay where I dream for long

through your rising in the morning

and when you're sailing round the evening

and when you come back home

when you come back home

I won't ever let go

I haven't before

yoo-hoo (x3)

yoo-hoo (x3)

finish me

dressed in wet-strained silk

hanging your eyes widened too

somewhere above the windows reach steps of the middle room(?)

we can write back home

we can write back home

ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh oooooooh whoo hoo