Fruit in a Bowl

What did we come here for?
To sit on the floor, I sat on shards of glass
I felt kind of benign, ahead of my time
Set to a task the ending's far from mine

I won't hold you to those things you said last week
I won't let you stand alone, I won't let you stand alone

Don't you hold me to those things I said last week
We weren't meant to stand alone, we weren't meant to stand alone
My love

Our feet were bloody and cold
But something to hold kept me from beckoning my torch
I felt just like some fruit left in a bowl
Battered and bruised from the moonlight

I won't hold you to those things you said last week
I won't let you stand alone, we weren't meant to stand alone

We weren't meant to stand alone
We weren't meant to stand alone
My love



Credits
Writer(s): Philip J. Nixon
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