Rachel Hill - Peaches and Cigars

Peaches in syrup from a jar
An ashtray of cigars
That's how it tastes to kiss you
With skin as soft as silk
But a jaw as rough as bracken on the hilltop
That's how you feel to my touch

I'm easily overwhelmed
My knuckles white upon the helm of this ship

You're reeling me in
You're reeling me in

Spearmint-masked tobacco tingles in my nose whenever you get close
You're an optical illusion leading an intrusion in my mind
But there's a bliss within this blinding sight

I'm easily overwhelmed
My knuckles white upon the helm of this ship

You're reeling me in
You're reeling me in

Feather touch
Paper cuts
Don't know what you really want
All too much
Hit the clutch
I can't bear to break this up
You're always there
Everywhere
Maybe I just need some air
Strip me bare
Every stare
Firing up a warning flare
Old cassette
Nervous sweat
I can trace your silhouette
Private text
Empty threat
Scared what might be coming next
Bad advice
Dizzy heights
Begging not to leave my side
Fairy lights
Lonely nights,
I don't wanna pay the price

I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm
I can hear your siren call

(You're reeling me in)
I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm
(You're reeling me in)
I can hear your siren call

(You're reeling me in)
I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm
(You're reeling me in)
I can hear your siren call

(I can hear your call)
I can hear your siren call drawing me into the storm
(I can hear your call)
I can hear your siren call

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