Peach by The Weather Machine Lyrics

Save it for a rich man's fire
Or maybe for a warmer night
You're as pretty as a peach
But you're gonna make me cynical

And you wouldn't want to do that, love
Take my smile away
It's the only thing I've got
And I'm not gonna give it up

So spare me the gleam in your eyes
Oh, spare me the lingering words
Spare me the time
And the elegant way that you curse

And if not, love, I'm headed for worse
For rain and for storm and for shame
Like a choir soprano without a choir
Or an empty stage

Save it for a rich man's fire
Or maybe for a warmer night
You're as pretty as a peach
But you're gonna make me cynical
And I wouldn't want to do that to you, love
Wouldn't want to make you carry that around
The starts could come out and the birds'd start singing
We'd never even know it

And I've got everything that I could want
As long as you don't take a hold
Take a hold of my mind

Save it for a rich man's fire
Or someone who could give you what you need
Like an actual poet
With lines that could make you believe

'Cause you're a dear, you're alright
You're a light in the dark
You were made for the part
You're a peach—or pretty as