Lisa Hannigan Lyrics
Pistachio
Sit down, and fire away
I know it's tricky when you're feeling low
When you feel like your flavour has gone
The way of a pre shelled pistachio
I know you're weighed down
And fed up with your heavy boots
Laced with melancholy
Notions all your own
I do, like sugar, tend toward the brittle
And sticky when spun
And I know my demeanor has gone the way
Of a photo left out in the sun
And I try to keep myself in lilies
And flax seeds
And what's the folly of fooling just yourself
Sit down and smoke away
I wouldn't knock it til you're in them shoes
And watch as our subtlety blows away
As a blush it gives way to a bruise
But seemly we'd freely make a trade off
A dry rot to take the weight off
And swap the boots for red shoes
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