Laurence Overmire - Still Life With Knife lyrics

I'd like to peel myself like an apple discard that thin skin bruised so easily, cut out the hollows where worms have dug their holes, carefully remove the seeds clutched tight within the core, plant them in some new place warm and sunny, rich soil and plenty of water where thirsty roots can finally take hold. Perhaps then my branches opening to the sky I could, with outstretched limb bring from bud to blossom that rarest of fruit pure, sweet, unblemished the incomparable red delicious.