Pistachio Lyrics - Sea Sew - Lisa Hannigan

Sit down and fire away, I know it's tricky when you're feeling low, 

When you feel like your flavor 

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, 

So 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