Peaches and Cigars

Peaches in syrup from a jar

An ashtray of cigars

That's how it tastes to kiss you

With skin as soft as silk

But a jaw as rough as bracken on the hilltop

That's how you feel to my touch

I'm easily overwhelmed

My knuckles white upon the helm of this ship

You're reeling me in

You're reeling me in

Spearmint-masked tobacco tingles in my nose whenever you get close

You're an optical illusion leading an intrusion in my mind

But there's a bliss within this blinding sight

I'm easily overwhelmed

My knuckles white upon the helm of this ship

You're reeling me in

You're reeling me in

Feather touch

Paper cuts

Don't know what you really want

All too much

Hit the clutch

I can't bear to break this up

You're always there

Everywhere

Maybe I just need some air

Strip me bare

Every stare

Firing up a warning flare

Old cassette

Nervous sweat

I can trace your silhouette

Private text

Empty threat

Scared what might be coming next

Bad advice

Dizzy heights

Begging not to leave my side

Fairy lights

Lonely nights,

I don't wanna pay the price

I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm

I can hear your siren call

(You're reeling me in)

I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm

(You're reeling me in)

I can hear your siren call

(You're reeling me in)

I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm

(You're reeling me in)

I can hear your siren call

(I can hear your call)

I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm

(I can hear your call)

I can hear your siren call