Fruits

I rumbled through the wild
Just hunting for a treat
Love hit me like a stone
A sacred smell of spring

And as the days grew long
I couldn't quite believe
How faithfully you tried
To plant the poisoned seed

Cause you're giving me the best that I know
Standing at the door
You're giving me the best of me
I'm blinded by the dream

My eyes were ripened fruit's
You spit and bite again
And though you're good for now
The aftertaste will end

But I am yours to prune
When summer wears away
Just hold me by the root and never go astray

Cause you're giving me the best that I know
Standing at the door
You're giving me the best of me
I'm blinded by the dream