Song

The clock goes off
In the morning air
Someone so beautiful
Still sleeps beside me
And I watch her
Through my morning haze
My heart drops when I realize
I've been so unfair

Cold and bitter
Like a rotting pear
So self-defeating
Now I'm dripping with shame
Cause she has chosen
Something twisted and torn
To love and to satisfy
To make me her own

And it's simple
Just like a song
My love for her
Has been buried so long
I was distant
So distant and cold
And bitter like apples
Dropped on the ground

She gives everything
And I swap it with pain
I look into her eyes
I see the hurt I put there
But she has chosen
Someone filled with scorn
To love and to satisfy
To make me her own

And it follows
Just like a song
My love for her
Has been buried so long
I was distant
So distant and cold
And bitter like apples
Dropped on the ground

And it's simple
Just like a song
My love for her
Has been buried so long
I was distant
So distant and cold
And bitter like apples
Dropped on the ground
And it follows
Just like a song
My love for her
Has been buried so long
I was distant
So distant and cold
And bitter like apples
Dropped on the ground
Dropped on the ground
It tastes like apples
Dropped on the ground
It's bitter like apples
Dropped on the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Holohan
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