Julia Jacklin - Eastwick Lyrics

It might make for good TV
The grieving process for all to see
But I don't want my father's ashes
Scattered over strangers' couches
And it might make for a fun night in
If I wore a dress and slept with him
But I really hate showing my legs
Even when the Sydney summer begs me

Come on now, your roots are showing
Unlike hands, your hair keeps growing
Oh, now love, you could keep on dyeing
I think the truth is more age defying
And in the day when it turned dark
We were just two shelves apart
When we realized
It's not right

You are not in a garden
You are in a store
A single-stemmed rose
Reaching out for more

Did it come as a great shock
When your third love said, "Hey, you're not
Gonna get his heart to beat
By laying offerings at his feet"?
And in the day when it turned dark
We were two cages apart
When we realized
It's not right

You are not in the wild
You are in a pen
A forgotten sow
Wondering when you can run

Run, run
Run, run
Run