This song was originally called "Peaches", which makes sense, I think. The fruits represent the vital and sensuous "taste of life" that makes a mockery of the daily grind through which we force ourselves to carry on. (e.g. the grind of life in general, or maybe the going-through-the-motions of a romance gone stale and inert.)
In any case, the cost of carrying on may well be self-deception; the heart knows the truth, and bleeds because of it.
This song was originally called "Peaches", which makes sense, I think. The fruits represent the vital and sensuous "taste of life" that makes a mockery of the daily grind through which we force ourselves to carry on. (e.g. the grind of life in general, or maybe the going-through-the-motions of a romance gone stale and inert.)
In any case, the cost of carrying on may well be self-deception; the heart knows the truth, and bleeds because of it.