[Intro] Court shoes off. Dirt on the hem. We ran from wolves and grew leaves instead. [Verse 1] The city had teeth in the velvet cushions, gold on the doors, little hooks in the laugh. Every soft hand held a question sharpened, every kind face knew the family math. So we slipped out past the gossip lanterns, past the gate where the old names rust. You tied your hair like a borrowed answer, I wore my fear like a coat I trust. The forest did not ask for papers. The branches did not check our blood. A deer looked up from the fever clover like it had seen worse kinds of love. We were cold. We were free. We were lying beautifully. [Chorus] Fever orchard, hide me in green. Teach my old heart a new way to lean. If love finds us where the court can’t see, fever orchard, cover me. [Verse 2] You carved a joke into a willow, said my sad face owed you rent. I called you cruel. You called me dramatic. Then the whole grove knew what we meant. There were songs tied up in the branches, letters nailed where the bark ran pale. Some fool kept praising somebody’s eyebrow, somebody else kept chasing a veil. I watched your mouth make a mask of laughter, watched my own name loosen its belt. Funny how exile can turn into theater, funny how danger can start to melt. Not safe. Not yet. But the leaves made room for breath. [Chorus] Fever orchard, hide me in green. Teach my old heart a new way to lean. If love finds us where the court can’t see, fever orchard, cover me. [Bridge] Maybe the trees heard too much. Maybe the brook kept score. Maybe we only loved out here because nobody owned the floor. But when you touched my sleeve, the old world went thin. A crown made of trouble fell off in the wind. [Final Chorus] Fever orchard, hide me in green. Teach my old heart a new way to lean. If love finds us where the court can’t see, fever orchard, set us free. [Outro] Court shoes gone. Dirt on the skin. We ran from wolves and let the green in. [End]
