Pumpkin Picking

Yeah, pumpkin picking, pumpkin picking
When you are not around I feel like something's missing
Do our own thing, starting brand new traditions
Homemade cocktails carving in the kitchen
Singing pumpkin picking, pumpkin picking
When you are not around I feel like something's missing
Do our own thing, starting brand new traditions
Homemade cocktails carving in the kitchen

Vines on leaves, brush against my fingers
I get down on my knees, welly boots
Dirt on my jeans, dirt on her nose
Red, gold and copper, take a picture, make a post
Like hashtag blessed, got them rolling their eyes
I'm like yes, put the phone on don't disturb
Roll my sleeves up like alright then, let's get to work
On the search for the perfect pumpkin
Well my kind of perfect, look around the kids they love it
Hear the laughter, moments like these make everything worth it
Strolling through the row of pumpkins
Getting submerged in the beauty of autumn
Warm sunlight glowing, got the pumpkin patch looking like magic
It feels like nostalgia from a past life
And then it's that time table covered in plastic
Pumpkin seeds, gooey pumpkin flesh
As we bump these beats, carving up the teeth
Little spaces in between, pushing in the bits
That are meant to be the eyes, scraping out the insides
Put the candle in and switch off the lights
Spooky music, pumpkin spice

Pumpkin picking, pumpkin picking
When you are not around, I feel like something's missing
Do our own thing, starting brand new traditions
Homemade cocktails carving in the kitchen
Pumpkin picking, pumpkin picking
When you are not around, I feel like something's missing
Do our own thing, starting brand new traditions
Homemade cocktails carving in the kitchen