Its that fruit in your bowl
That love in your soul
That gooey stupid music that your ears love to eat
Get that fruit in your bowl
Your fingers in my wax
Its deep like hits the groove between the vinyl in the stacks
I will finally find my peace
Where fruit the fruit falls from trees
Where people look into their souls
And start replenishing their bowl
In the morning
When I wake up
Theres a clover staring at me
Come and catch me
So I chase it
Slip and fall
I hold on tighter than a facelift
Or a next to next to nothing payslip
I believe theres no more for you and me
Fruit in the bowl
I believe theres no doors for you and me
Fruit in the bowl