If you pick from the peach tree
But the peach you pick was too sweet
You can toss it love
Or you can spit the seed
And give it back for another season
Bear the fruits of love, if you keep up
You can tap out when you've had enough
Or you can sit and stare
In your whiskey cup
And make it last for another season
And all the fields we planted
In a lover zone
They die at midnight
To a lovers cry
Could we ever have known?
You I'll keep in a safer place
Tucked away in a pony parade
You I'll keep in a safer place
But for me it's hard to see
Blessed is she
Blessed is she
Blessed is she
Honey in my teeth
Cracks along the crease
Persona non grata
Keep it winter where you are
If the summer fades
Lick the cap of a marmalade
Oh but the sweetest peach
That you would ever taste
A fever dream wrapped in cellophane
Blessed is she
Blessed is she
Blessed is she
Honey in my teeth
Cracks along the crease
Persona non grata
All the fields we planted
They die at midnight
You I'll keep in a safer place
Tucked away in a pony parade
You I'll keep in a safer place
But for me it's hard to see
Blessed is she
Blessed is she
Blessed is she
Honey in my teeth
Cracks along the crease
Persona non grata
You can't come home for free
Wading in the creeks
That lead you overseas
Persona non grata