My heart is the roots of an Apricot tree
People like me when the fruit
is right and the leaves are green
But when the days grow short,
the nights long and cold
And the moons white silence
rides high above earths mourning souls
My limbs can appear sickly and grotesque
To people wandering past my fence
Chilled by the rooftops barren glow
White eyes
Now awake to darkness close
to keep at bay some nameless thing
That the fingers of the moon arouse within
My heart is the roots of an apricot tree
People think I'm dead when
they see no fruit and the leaves arent green
But alone in silence, buried deep
In loves mysterious darkness my heart still beats
People like me when the fruit
is right and the leaves are green
But when the days grow short,
the nights long and cold
And the moons white silence
rides high above earths mourning souls
My limbs can appear sickly and grotesque
To people wandering past my fence
Chilled by the rooftops barren glow
White eyes
Now awake to darkness close
to keep at bay some nameless thing
That the fingers of the moon arouse within
My heart is the roots of an apricot tree
People think I'm dead when
they see no fruit and the leaves arent green
But alone in silence, buried deep
In loves mysterious darkness my heart still beats
