Lyrics:

I don't want to sing about the peaches in the Vatican
And I don't want to hear about the bird on the hill
And why you want to fight when you know that I'll be gone again?
I don't want to write God's name into my will

Aren't you scared of making what'll become empty promises
And aren't you busy worrying that the rainbows might depart?
And are you still now wishing that your eyes could see all rose again?
Well I won't be throwing out all these memories and thoughts

Winter dreams and roses
Peeling tangerines
Live so long it's like nothing's blooming
It's all grey
Throw the trash away

I remember evenings when the days were busy spinning 'round
When we'd crack mothers backs just by walking the street
Now I'm sore and aching for the clock to fall past twelve again
In sleep I'm free from seeing who I've turned out to be

I'm young but I can't shake this feeling all my days are dwindling
That deep beneath facades and smiles is nothing much to hold
And when we used to run my eyes would fill with all that's glittering
But deep beneath this shimmer I feel nothing may be gold

Winter dreams and roses
Peeling tangerines
Live so long it's like nothing's moving
It's estranged
Throw the trash away
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