| Love the peace when I feel alone |
| It’s a part of me that I never run from |
| Black and white, playing clean surround |
| Feet on the ground, but I hate it down there |
| Hot and cold, young and old |
| All the more I know, the less I feel right |
| Hot and cold, young and old |
| All the more I know, the less I feel |
| I’m high and I’m low, no control |
| But everything’s looking peach |
| I’m high and I’m low, no control |
| But everything’s looking peach |
| So I don’t need it all when it feels like old |
| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now |
| No I don’t need it all when it feels like old |
| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now |
| Hate the feel when I’m in the crowd |
| It’s a part of me, I can never run from |
| The colour’s bright, playing in surround |
| Pull me off the ground where the air is so clear |
| Hot and cold, young and old |
| All the more I know, the less I feel right |
| I’m high and I’m low, no control |
| But everything’s looking peach |
| I’m high and I’m low, no control |
| But everything’s looking peach now |
| So I don’t need it all when it feels like old |
| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now |
| No I don’t need it all when it feels like old |
| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now |
| I know it’s hard to see me down |
| I cry and cry upon the ground |
| A simple price I pay for all the love I feel when I’m okay |
| I know it’s hard to see me down |
| I cry and cry upon the ground |
| A simple price I pay for all the love I feel |
| I’m high and I’m low, no control |
| But everything’s looking peach now |
| So I don’t need it all when it feels like old |
| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now |
| No I don’t need it all when it feels like old |
| 'Cause everything’s looking peach now |
| Now, now, now, now, now |
| Everything’s looking peach now, now |
| Everything’s looking peach now, now |