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