I woke up this morning

To find that we have outlived the myth of trust

You woke up this morning

To the fact we've lost the things

We took for granted between us

And I grew up in awe of the girl next door

And the boy that never cried

And I was dreaming of those Elizabethan girls

While you were eorking in the market

To earn ourselves

And when you found out what happened yesterday

While you were away in this land of Cain

We were upstairs in the bedroom

Dancing disgusting

And flushing our babies down the drain

And the apple that don't want to get eaten

Will still fall off the tree

When you're in as deep as we are honey

It's so easy to get washed out to sea

For the facts of life are not man and wife

But Man and Woman sadly

And the apple that don't want to get eaten

Will still fall off the tree