Pistashio - Lisa Hannigan
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
You're fed up with your heavy
Your boots
Laced with melancholy notion's all you own
I do like sugar
Tend toward the brittle and sticky when spun
And I know my demeanor
Can gone the way of a photo left out in the sun
And I try to keep myself in lillies and flax seeds
Oh what a folly fooling just yourself
Sit down and smoke away'
I wouldn't knock it till you're in them shoes
Oh watch as ours subtlety blows away
As a blusher gives way to a bruise
But seemly' we'd freely make a trade off
A dry rot to take the weight off
Swap the boots for red shoes