peach, plum, pear... joanna newsom.
when this song comes on... i can't help but think it is the best love song on my playlist right now. and its not just the lyrics... without her voice, they seem to lack the sentiment. its something about the way she sings them. but yes. it conveys the perfect amount of admiration, hesitation, innocence, and ruin... to make love.

we speak in the store
i'm a sensitive bore
you seem markedly more
and i'm oozing surprise

but it's late in the day
and you're well on your way
what was golden went gray
and i'm suddenly shy

and the gathering floozies
afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly
in the dimming divide

and i have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye

this is unlike the story
it was written to be
i was riding its back
when it used to ride me

and we were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
and we were swallowing panic
in the face of its force

and i am blue,
i am blue and unwell.
made me bolt like a horse.

now it's done.
watch it go.
and you've changed so.
water run from the snow.

am i so dear?
do i run rare?

and you've changed some:
peach, plum, pear
peach, plum...

i wish i could write love like this.