(d. coutts)

Cant stand the grocery store
Are there orchards anymore
Blow up the breakwater
Still water breeds disease

You got what you want
Give us back the trees
If I gotta live here I gotta breathe

Peeling an orange I am expecting great sweetness
Peeling an orange, yes I am very optimistic
Sometimes the acid stings my eyes

Building a house from mud
cause its already dead
I think of her when shes smiling
When she alone inside my head

You got what you want,
Give her back to me
If shes gonna be free,
I got a reason for her to be with me