Pomegranate Lyrics

I can be a fan of things a-changing,
I don't think that flowers need arranging,
Certain little things are bound to happen.
I just never thought it'd be your kidnappin'.

I must admit that the pomegranates
The very best fruit on the face of the planet.
He offered you one and you took a handful
And bit out of it like a great Big Apple.

Now are you born twice of different mothers.
I was the first and death will be the other.
If I were not robbed of my last farewell,
I'd say please do not change when you go to hell.

Doesn't the smell of the summer linger?
Persephone, feel the wheat between your fingers.
Should you return and I don't recognize you
Rest you assured that I won't despise you

Semi-circle now to the Brooklyn town,
Another one will bring the circle 'round.
Is it nice to be back in the place you started?
Princes in love can be so cold-hearted.

Kamikaze turntable back in fashion,
Pretty young things batting lashes.
All of them making the same decision
To forget about their pasts like a bad religion.