Sweet As A Peach

She won’t believe in magick
To her there are no gods
And I can’t approach her
I love her from afar
She may not have the answers
But I still think she’s smart
She knows her place on the earth
I keep her in my heart
Sweet as a peach but she’s too far from me
But I see her in my dreams
Sweet as a peach but she’s just out of reach
And she makes me want to not believe
But all I have is faith
And a point I cannot prove
I try to convince her
But it’s just no use
So I go through my records
I pull out Springsteen Live
I put it on the table
I sing «Jersey Girl» all night
I hope that there’s a ghost of a chance
But to her ghosts don’t exist
I was hoping we could go to mass
And steal the eucharist
She makes me want to not believe