Текст песни: Cousteau. Sirena. Peculiarly You.

The way you arch your back
And comb your hair
The way you only come
When no-one else is there
The way you look like you might
know a secret
There's not a lot I can do
It's peculiarly you

Like the patron saint
Of some great cause
Clothes heaped in battles
Around the bedroom floor
And I ain't come to find and I ain't
tryn' to save you
There's not a lot I can do
Its peculiarly you

How well I know
How well I know
Oh, leaving well enough alone

The way you're sacrificing
Light for heat
Worlds collide
When others rarely meet
The way you look like you might
tell a secret
There's not a lot I can do
It's peculiarly you