The Orchard Laughs

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[Intro]
Leaves in the cheap seats.
Birds in the rafters.
We ran from court,
but the orchard laughed after.

[Verse 1]
I came through the trees with my good shoes ruined,
city dust dying on the edge of my cuffs.
You said, “That’s freedom.”
I said, “That’s mildew.”
Then the brook started talking like it knew too much.
Every branch had an opinion.
Every deer looked unimpressed.
I wore exile like a costume
that still had pins in the chest.
Somebody carved love into bark too early,
somebody sang at the wrong window frame.
Somebody swore they were finally simple,
then rehearsed a brand-new name.

[Chorus]
The orchard laughs.
The court still follows.
We change our clothes,
but not our shadows.
Run to the green.
Hide from the glass.
We fool ourselves,
and the orchard laughs.

[Verse 2]
You threw an apple and missed my shoulder,
called me tragic with a mouth full of sun.
I bowed to a stump like it was a prince
just to prove I could still be undone.
There were letters swinging from branches,
bad poems nailed to the trees.
Love kept making public speeches
while pretending it wanted privacy.
I watched the old world lose its buttons,
watched the new world steal its lines.
Funny how a forest with no witnesses
can still make everyone perform on time.
We made a kingdom out of shade and hunger.
We made a chapel out of leaves and jokes.
By noon, I knew the truth was lighter
when it wore somebody else’s coat.

[Chorus]
The orchard laughs.
The court still follows.
We change our clothes,
but not our shadows.
Run to the green.
Hide from the glass.
We fool ourselves,
and the orchard laughs.

[Bridge]
Maybe escape is a room with no ceiling.
Maybe the sky is another painted wall.
Maybe the joke is the only honest thing
when every proud heart comes dressed for a fall.
So let the leaves clap.
Let the branches lean.
Let my old name rot
where the moss turns green.

[Final Chorus]
The orchard laughs.
The court still follows.
We change our names,
but not our shadows.
Run to the green.
Hide from the glass.
We fool ourselves,
and the orchard laughs.

[Outro]
Leaves in the cheap seats.
Birds in the rafters.
We ran from court,
but the orchard laughed after.

[End]

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[Intro] Leaves in the cheap seats. Birds in the rafters. We ran from court, but the orchard laughed after. [Verse 1] I came through the trees with my good shoes ruined, city dust dying on the edge of my cuffs. You said, “That’s freedom.” I said, “That’s mildew.” Then the brook started talking like it knew too much. Every branch had an opinion. Every deer looked unimpressed. I wore exile like a costume that still had pins in the chest. Somebody carved love into bark too early, somebody sang at the wrong window frame. Somebody swore they were finally simple, then rehearsed a brand-new name. [Chorus] The orchard laughs. The court still follows. We change our clothes, but not our shadows. Run to the green. Hide from the glass. We fool ourselves, and the orchard laughs. [Verse 2] You threw an apple and missed my shoulder, called me tragic with a mouth full of sun. I bowed to a stump like it was a prince just to prove I could still be undone. There were letters swinging from branches, bad poems nailed to the trees. Love kept making public speeches while pretending it wanted privacy. I watched the old world lose its buttons, watched the new world steal its lines. Funny how a forest with no witnesses can still make everyone perform on time. We made a kingdom out of shade and hunger. We made a chapel out of leaves and jokes. By noon, I knew the truth was lighter when it wore somebody else’s coat. [Chorus] The orchard laughs. The court still follows. We change our clothes, but not our shadows. Run to the green. Hide from the glass. We fool ourselves, and the orchard laughs. [Bridge] Maybe escape is a room with no ceiling. Maybe the sky is another painted wall. Maybe the joke is the only honest thing when every proud heart comes dressed for a fall. So let the leaves clap. Let the branches lean. Let my old name rot where the moss turns green. [Final Chorus] The orchard laughs. The court still follows. We change our names, but not our shadows. Run to the green. Hide from the glass. We fool ourselves, and the orchard laughs. [Outro] Leaves in the cheap seats. Birds in the rafters. We ran from court, but the orchard laughed after. [End]

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