(D. Coutts)
Can’t stand the grocery store
Are there orchards anymore
Blow up the breakwater
Still water breeds disease
You got what you want
Give us back the trees
If I gotta live here I gotta breathe
Peeling an orange I am expecting Great sweetness
Peeling an orange, yes I am very optimistic
Sometimes the acid stings my eyes
Building a house from mud
’cause it’s already dead
I think of her when she’s smiling
When she alone inside my head
You got what you want,
give her back to me
If she’s gonna be free,
I got a reason for her to be with me
