Rotten apples everywhere, raining like the sun shine down through my bones, through the gray of the path I've been walking Rotten apples in my way, falling on the sidewalk every day, like the lists of the things that I have not been guilty of, no Rotten apples in my way, falling on the sidewalk every day, like the lists of the things that I have not been doing. Best not be rotting on the vine, no You gotta let it go in time. Your heart's grown and so has mine, but apple bruises never really heal They leave injured, spongey places which we can no longer feel. Fill it in with secrets if your apple overflows like mine; it'll clot in time for you to breathe, take stock, and listen So if you're folded up and in, can't get your soul sewn shut again, you've found the wretched garden where I've been imprisoned All in time you'll heal and reawaken, awaken Rotten apples everywhere, raining like the sun shine down through my bones, through the gray of the path I've been seeking Rotten apples in my hair, falling on the sidewalk everywhere, like the lists of the things that I have not been telling you, oh If this love is rotting on the vine You better turn me loose in time For baby, if I'm painful fruit to bear, I swear, I will release your heart in no time, in no time.