Released: July 21, 2017

Songwriter: Lana Del Rey Tim Larcombe

Producer: Lana Del Rey Tim Larcombe Dean Reid Rick Nowels

[Verse 1]
Love (Yeah), I said real love is like feelin' no fear
When you're standin' in the face of danger (Hey)
'Cause you just want it so much
A touch (Yeah) from your real love
Is like heaven takin' the place of somethin' evil (Hey)
And lettin' it burn off from the rush, yeah, yeah (Fuck)

[Chorus]
Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches are ruined

[Verse 2]
Love (Yeah), is it real love?
It's like smilin' when the firin' squad's against ya (Hey)
And you just stay lined up, yeah (Fuck)

[Chorus]
Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces (Bitch)
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches (Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?)
Are ruined (Bitch) (Lookin' at me like a magazine)

[Bridge]
My rose garden dreams (Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?)
Set on fire by fiends (Sippin' on ya like a Coca-Cola)
And all my black beaches (Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?)
Are ruined (Lookin' at me like a magazine)
My celluloid scenes (Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?)
Are torn at the seams (Sippin' on ya like a Coca-Cola, yeah)
And I fall to pieces (Bitch)
(Yeah) I fall to pieces when I'm with you

[Outro]
(Why?) 'Cause I love you so much (Hey)
I fall to pieces
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme (Yeah)
And all of my peaches are ruined (Bitch)
Are ruined (Bitch), are ruined (Fuck)

Lana Del Rey

Lana Del Rey has one of the most enigmatic personalities of modern pop, and it’s won her one of the most devoted audiences of the 2010s.

— Billboard

Elizabeth Woolridge Grant (b. June 21, 1985) best known by her stage name Lana Del Rey is an icon of alternative singing and songwriting.