Peaches and Cigars

Peaches in syrup from a jar An ashtray of cigars That's how it tastes to kiss you With skin as soft as silk But a jaw as rough as bracken on the hilltop That's how you feel to my touch I'm easily overwhelmed My knuckles white upon the helm of this ship You're reeling me in You're reeling me in Spearmint-masked tobacco tingles in my nose whenever you get close You're an optical illusion leading an intrusion in my mind But there's a bliss within this blinding sight I'm easily overwhelmed My knuckles white upon the helm of this ship You're reeling me in You're reeling me in Feather touch Paper cuts Don't know what you really want All too much Hit the clutch I can't bear to break this up You're always there Everywhere Maybe I just need some air Strip me bare Every stare Firing up a warning flare Old cassette Nervous sweat I can trace your silhouette Private text Empty threat Scared what might be coming next Bad advice Dizzy heights Begging not to leave my side Fairy lights Lonely nights, I don't wanna pay the price I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm I can hear your siren call (You're reeling me in) I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm (You're reeling me in) I can hear your siren call (You're reeling me in) I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm (You're reeling me in) I can hear your siren call (I can hear your call) I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm (I can hear your call) I can hear your siren call