Letras
Stop pretending you don't bleed
Still tasting through your toes
Pomegranate
Seven pieces for every day
At the centre is you
Pomegranate
This pretending holds no quarter
Over there they've got something to say
It's a change I can't imagine
They've been gone and now they're back again
Some things like the shade of others
But you can't ask a stranger things like that