Written by Marina Diamandis.
V1
I’ve seen seasons come and go
From winter sun to summer snow
This ain’t my first time at the rodeo
V2
Nature ain’t a fruit machine
She’s gotta keep her credits clean
Good things come to those who wait
But I ain’t in a patient phase
INTERLUDE
It’s summer time and I hang on a vine
They’re gonna make me into sweet red wine
Hanging around like a fruit on a tree
Waiting to be picked, come on cut me free
PRE
Come on fill your cup up
Looking for some good luck
Good luck, good l