Lyrics

[guitar solo] [Verse 1: Woman] Apples and oranges, line up the shelves, Colors so bright, they light themselves. A melon’s weight, a berry’s flair, Lost in aisles, but nothing compares. [guitar solo] [Verse 2] Yellow curves, a soft, smooth prize, Peels away with ease, no ties. Others brittle or bleed when bitten, Bananas stand alone, unsmitten. [Hook] Craving a comfort, where’s my release? In the quiet corners of my peace. This yearning deep inside won’t stall, I'm drowning in this endless pall. [breakdown] [Verse 3] Searched the market, each corner and nook, No sign of my snack, everywhere I look. [shouting]A quest for gold in a sea of bland, Where's the touch of nature’s hand? [drum hook] [Outro] "So here I stand, in the quiet gloom", (aaaaaaahhh) "The fruit I want, doesn't bloom". (ooooooooh!) I’m lost, and the world just expands, (aaaaaaaahhh) Still searching, with empty hands. (noooooo) [guitar solo] [fadeout]