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Ripe Fruit (Tied to Trees with String)

from Marriage (Demo) by Little Father

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I'm watching the clouds go by
I'm watching the clouds go by
the empty robes of angels drift across a yellow sky

Memories waiting in the rye
Memories waiting in the rye
to take me to that apple tree where we strung him up so high

I dream he is holding my hand
I dream he is holding my hand
but I slip between his fingers like tiny grains of sand

Brother I saw you swing
Brother I watched you swing
from tires as a young boy tied to trees with string

(chorus)
It's Autumn and I'm waiting for red ripe fruit to fall
The branches shake but they will not drop
They will not drop at all
Its Autumn and I'm hungry
The apples rot but will not fall
And now that you're hung so high
your shadow's grown so tall

Did you think I would leave as I was told
Did you think I would leave as I was told
when you gave him all the light and left us in the cold

We always loved him the best
We always loved him the best
no blood was spilled the day we stilled the beating in his chest

You taught me to never tell a lie
You taught me to never tell a lie
well your golden boy was shaking as we dragged him off to die

I'm watching the clouds roll in
I'm watching the clouds roll in
the empty robes of angels come to wash away our sins

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from Marriage (Demo), released November 25, 2012

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