Fruits

I rumbled through the wild
Just hunting for a treat
Love hit me like a stone
A sacred smell of spring

And as the days grew long
I couldn't quite believe
How faithfully you tried
To plant the poisoned seed

'Cause you've given me the best that I know
Standing at the door
You've given me the best of me
I'm blinded by the dream

My eyes were ripened fruits
You spit and bite again
And though you're good for now
The aftertaste will end

But I am yours to prune
When summer wears away
Just hold me by the root
And never go astray

'Cause you've given me the best that I know
Standing at the door
You've given me the best of me
I'm blinded by the dream



Credits
Writer(s): Monika Maria Brodka, Andrew Christian Maillet, Zbigniew Wojciech Bzymek
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