An evening walk on the town
No one else to be found
The air by the orchard
It smells most foul
Each half of we
Touch the bark of the other tree
Each half becomes whole
I am The Father
Do my eyes deceive
A glowing apple tree
Standing strong, in the soil of the orchard
On the edge of town
I feel the shaking ground
These vile roots protrude, they grow from down below
These vile roots they grow from down below
Each half of we
Touch the bark of the other tree
Each half becomes whole
I am The Father
Come my child, I'll take you to the earth
The fallen fruit shall rescind to The Father
I do not know what this will bring
I do not know what this will bring
I do not know what this will bring
I do not know what this will bring