Lyrics Lisa Hannigan – Pistachio

Sit down and fire away,
I know it’s tricky when you’re feeling low,
When you feel like your flavour has gone the way
Of a pre-shelled pistachio

I know you’re weighed down
And fed up with your heavy boots
Laced with melancholy
Notion’s all you own

I do like sugar: tend toward the brittle and sticky when spun
And I know my demeanor can go the way
Of a photo left out in the sun
And I try to keep myself in lilies and flax seeds.
Oh what a folly-fooling just yourself.

Sit down and smoke away,
I wouldn’t knock it till you’re in them shoes
Oh watch as all subtlety blows away
As a blush it gives way to a bruise

And seemly,
We’d freely
Make a trade-off
A dry rot to take the weight off
Swap the boots for red shoes