Rotten Apples

Dirty your face

With longing and grace

God-given suffer her heart

And love her when your love goes unrequited



Where the cool winds blow

I must surely go

For my love calls me below to drag her

From the depths of my soul



When will I see her again?

The other side of friends

The darkened claws of death

The empty breath, desire



Dirty your face

With longing and grace

God-given suffer her heart

And love her when your love goes unrequited



Restless in my speech

And rootless in my teach

So vacant in my breach

I drive the dirt of her garden



Sorrow

She'll never listen again

No other lovers to bend

Just rotten apples to eat

Just letter yellowed distant scorn



Dirty your face

With longing and grace

God-given suffer her heart

And love her when your love goes unrequited



Life just fades away

Purity just begs

Dust to dust

We're wired into sadness