[[VERSE 1]] I made a discovery, profound discovery With this mountain of time on my hands. Turns out you can grow into love The same way you grow out of it. [[VERSE 2]] On this road to eventual recovery You fed me hope from your very own hands Turns out hope is as seductive as love And in the same way as destructive. [[CHORUS]] You are sweetness You are the flesh of the apple You are bitterness You are sand slipping through my fingers [[VERSE 3]] You’ve sharpened your skills of delivery In the shadows with the gift of your hands Turns out fear is weaker than love Yet in the same way more reliable [[CHORUS]] You are sweetness You are the flesh of the apple You are bitterness You are sand slipping through my fingers [[BRIDGE]] Doesn’t take much, doesn’t take much, doesn’t take much to convince me. Salt of your lips, flesh of your hips, it doesn’t take much to convince me. [[CHORUS]] You are sweetness You are the flesh of the apple You are bitterness You are sand slipping through my fingers [[OUTRO]] Salt of your lips, flesh of your hips, it doesn’t take much to convince me. Slide of your tongue, stars that you hung, it doesn’t take much to convince me.