Peach Heart Songtext
von Serafina Steer

He touched this rotten peach heart
The finest discarded from the grocer′s cart
He feels boyish delight as the flesh came apart in his hands
Before he started to peel it

What can you do with a rotten peach heart?
Slice it into a rotten peach tart
Or squeeze to a drink though its stony core might break
My glass, or worse, break my jaw

What will you do with this rotten peach heart?
What good can come from such a foul start?
Even at my best I was worse than the rest
And I'm past it, I′m past it now

Well he held it all night, no accounting for taste
The smell was sweet, the juice covered his face
Determined a drop would not go to waste
He dreamed up a woman from this soft peach paste


He took out his thimble, his needle, his thread
He pinned back the skin to the sides of her head
And from the remains that lay in her place
He traced her body, her neck and her face
She sings but

What will you do with this rotten peach heart?
What good can come from such a foul start?
Even at my best I was worse than the rest
And I'm past it, I'm past it
Even at my best I was worse than the rest
And I′m past it, I′m past it
Even at my best I was worse than the rest
And I'm past it, I′m past it now

What would you do with these dried out lips?
Never been kissed, never been kissed
Bleached out eyes and skin like a crisp
And stuck at your side like a stitch