Branches

I Shouldn'ta let you climb up that tree
Oh, it should've been me
Standing on that ladder
Cutting down those branches
How about them apples

I get this dreamin' down my spine
What if maybe the fault is mine?
I could never forgive myself
Cos' you're the roots to my branches
How about them apples

The fruit don't fall far from the tree
And ohh, can't you see
Lying there rotten on the ground, that's me
Eaten by a bird, chewed by a bee
Turned into a seed

I heard you were trying to get out of that bed
You told 'em pneumonia were all in their heads
You said you'd never been sick before
Lying in a room on the second floor
The apple pie they gave you flying out the door

Well birds don't fly far from the nest
And you, just need some rest
And then you'll be able to do what you do best
Let us take some burden off your chest
Let it rest

The fruit don't fall far from the tree
And oh, can't you see
Lying there rotten on the ground, that's me
Eaten by a bird, chewed by a bee
Turned to a seed



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Anton Martin Elz, Nystedt Bill Christer, Bergqvist Sara Andersdotter
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