[Verse 1 — warm guitar, restless bass] I grafted peaches onto a plum Bent all the branches toward your sun I brought you baskets, ripe and sweet You held one bitter fruit up to me [Pre-Chorus — ascending harmony] My roots go deep in borrowed ground The wild seeds in me make no sound [Chorus — big melodic hook] Every harvest, one complaint Every season, one more change I fed your summer with my spring And never tasted anything I want to clear this orchard flat Let strange new forests take it back But nests are woven in these trees And wings would fall along with me (Along with me, along with me) [Verse 2 — polyrhythmic drums] You ask for roses after frost I tally up the summers lost [Bridge — hushed] Can roots keep growing somewhere new Without tearing what grew here too? [Outro — layered voices] I leave one branch untouched tonight A little fruit that's mine to bite
