作词 : 搞什么音乐\渡
作曲 : 搞什么音乐\渡
Peach on the counter
Sun on the tile
Juice on your fingers
You laugh
I smile
You say it’s too ripe
I say it’s just right
We bite at the same time
Sweet
Messy light
Car windows open
Hair in your face
Bag full of roadside fruit
Heat in the place
Pit in the cup holder
Knee on the seat
You lean over at a red light
Kiss me
Then eat
You taste like summer peach
Sticky hands and softest speech
Dripping down my sleeve
Don’t wipe it
Let it breathe
If this is all we ever reach
I’m okay with just this peach
You taste like summer peach
Sticky hands and softest speech
Dripping down my sleeve
Don’t wipe it
Let it breathe
If this is all we ever reach
I’m okay with just this peach
Peach on the counter
Sun on the tile
Juice on your fingers
You laugh
I smile
You say it’s too ripe
I say it’s just right
We bite at the same time
Sweet
Messy light
Car windows open
Hair in your face
Bag full of roadside fruit
Heat in the place
Pit in the cup holder
Knee on the seat
You lean over at a red light
Kiss me
Then eat
You taste like summer peach
Sticky hands and softest speech
Dripping down my sleeve
Don’t wipe it
Let it breathe
If this is all we ever reach
I’m okay with just this peach
You taste like summer peach
Sticky hands and softest speech
Dripping down my sleeve
Don’t wipe it
Let it breathe
If this is all we ever reach
I’m okay with just this peach
