Apples and Oranges

Why don't we
Go pick from the trees
The red's rolling down with
The autumn breeze
All these fears of mine they rush in my head
So let's dance right now and sleep when we're dead
I don't mind
Hanging from your vine
The colours that you give
Apples oranges lemon limes
And the leaves are falling at my feet
Why are all these fruit
So bitter in my teeth
I'm happy to spend my time wishing that your love was mine

We ought to be
Married come next summer time
June's where I'll draw the line
Down by the creek
Either oak or willow tree
Sometimes I just can't decide
'Cause I'll just change my mind and leaves will die

We ought to be
Married come next summer time
June's where I'll draw that line
Down by the creek
Either oak or willow tree
I've made up my mind
'Cause when I close my eyes folks still die



Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link