Apple Tree

Leaves tremble down Bruised, no one around But one with blushing cheeks Red, like apple trees She's the one with disbelief She don't reckon what he sees in her It's harder to fall asleep with his fragrance in the sheets So cut away what's left behind Prune crossed branches, give it time to grow Find deep cuts and fill them with pitch Prevent the roots from setting in and grow Legs, intertwined Freed, a twisted mind Just once, this apple tree Can breed something so sweet You're the one with disbelief You don't reckon what he sees in her It's harder to fall asleep Still his fragrance in the sheets So cut away what's left behind Prune crossed branches, give it time to grow Find deep cuts and fill them with pitch Prevent the roots from setting in and grow So cut away what's left behind Prune crossed branches, give it time to grow