30 alabaster pearls
He let his hair dry into curls
His eyes made of pistachio
His skin the sun, her body snow
He looked at her, she looked at him
Her eyes were made of cinnamon
They never felt this way before
Big town / small record store
Their life had turned into a whirl
Pistachioboy and Ambergirl
Their summeryears yet to enjoy
Ambergirl, Pistachioboy
Their life had turned into a whirl
Pistachioboy and Ambergirl
Their summeryears yet to enjoy
Ambergirl, Pistachioboy
He was the sky, she was a maze
He got lost inside her gaze
Like a painting on the wall
Persian carpets on the floor
He felt like a paperkite
Her heart danced like dust in light
Days were short, the hours long
Mocha / and celadon
Their life had turned into a whirl
Pistachioboy and Ambergirl
Their summeryears yet to enjoy
Ambergirl, Pistachioboy
Their life had turned into a whirl
Pistachioboy and Ambergirl
Their summeryears yet to enjoy
Ambergirl, Pistachioboy