We speak in the store, I'm a sensitive bore
You seem markedly more and I'm oozing surprise
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 is 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 panic 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 so
Water runs from the snow

And am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
You've changed so
Peach, plum, pear
Peach, plum