Joanna Newsom

We speak in the store, i'm a sensitive bore. you seem markedly more and I'm oozing suprise. But it's late in the day and you're well on your way, what was golden went gray and I'm suddenly shy. And the gathering floozies afford to be choosy and all sneezing darkly in the dimming divide

And i have read the right book to interpret your look. You were knocking me down with the palm of your eye. This was unlike the story, it was written to be, i was riding its back when it used to ride me. And we were galloping manic to the mouth of the source, we were swallowing Heineken in the face of its force.

And i am blue, i am blue and unwell. Made me bolt like a horse

Now it's done, watch it go. You've changed some water runs from the snow

Am i so dear? Do i run rare?

You've changed some peach, plum, pear. Peach, plum, pear...