ELVIS COSTELLO - Tart lyrics

rate me

Hear silver trumpets will trill in the Arabic streets of Seville

Oranges roll in the gutter

And you pick them up

And peel back the skin

To the red fruit within

But the flavour is..

Tart

And the flavour is...

Tart

Is it something you crave

And you say that you only feel bitterness

When you know it?s a lie, lie, lie?

Wild with a blackberry bush

there were blossoms of cherries to crush

There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips

They stain your hands, press too hard

They'll color your lips...

But the flavour is..

Tart

And the flavour is...

Tart

Is it something you crave

'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness

Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness?

Repeat chorus

Odd, where nothing else grows

It was something like love that she chose

Always a creature of habit

When pity would do

She wore down that heel with no feeling

She kept on her shoes

Repeat chorus

Nylon was hung from a peg

And a kohl black seam ran down her leg

Fishermen look for their nets

And send their regrets

But the bug lay there broken

She spoke, "Is this some kind of joke?"

but the flavour is...

Tart