Lisa Hannigan - Pistachio lyrics

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 You're fed up with your heavy Your 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 Has gone the way of a photo left out in the sun... I try to keep myself in lillies 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 ours subtlety blows away as a blusher gives way to a bruise... But seemly, we'd freely make a trade-off A dry rot to take the weight off Swap the boots for red shoes