Calendar For Annie Lyrics

Miserable Chillers Calendar For Annie

I pressed the peach
To get a feel for time
As days go by
This fecund thing
So overfull with life
When it rains
It rains it rains it rains
It rains it rains it rains it rains

A horror show
The flesh will burst apart
So sweet, so tart
Overgrown
A fault in softness
The juice rains
And rains and rains and rains
And rains and rains and rains and rains

A calendar of touch is unwound
The barren days pressed on firm ground
Once we put a name to the middles
Back when all our names were still little

It's innocent
The waste of summer's rush
To bloom, to blush
Within a beat
My heart fills up
And then it empties out and empties out
And empties out and empties out