(*Written by Emily Olson and Ben Roberts)
In the Garden, in the night*
We were walkin', out of sight
I saw above me, that crimson vice
Could almost taste the sweetness with my eyes
But you told me not to
I was so fragile, I was so young
I was no match for its fork tongue
Temptation's sting, oh how it stung
Could almost feel the poison in my lungs
And who's going to stop me
[Chorus:]
The apple in my hand I took a bite
How can it be so wrong when it feels so right
The apple in my hand with just a bite
It was over
In the Garden, in broad day light
We were hiding, from your eyes
Oh how foolish, could we be
To think that we, could hide among the trees
Dressed in stitched-together leaves
We were naked, just like we came
Then our eyes opened and she's to blame
We heard your voice there call out our names
Oh my God, We are so ashamed
Won't you believe me?