Texty písní Catherine Wheel

Catherine Wheel

Strange Fruit

I've been inside this fruit when juices flow

But the taste is just a memory you hold

There is no real decay

No feeling of the skin

No juice

Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit

It never lets that sun out

Strange fruit

This is sweet the soul the flesh I wish

It's the liquid that I miss

There is no real decay

The flesh is barely bruised

It's no use

Strange fruit, strange fruit

Sonic juice inside my head

This fever is so concentrated

Oh no what a shame

Climb the tree and shake this passion down

But this fruit won't even kiss the ground

There is no real decay

The flesh is barely grazed

There's no way

Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit