Oh, lord, what a thing to say
What a thing to say
Right to Maria
Pears in the winter
Peaches in the spring
What else do you need
To store in the cellar
Oh, oh
Just out of reach, I guess
There's no one else
As bound to the tether
Came to me in a dream last night
Casting shadows in the candlelight along the cavern walls
You call
You haven't said a word
Since I returned
Oh, oh