The Apple

ã Tim Moyer 1998

Holding her unhappily I find myself a victom of the rath of her beauty

I am overtaken by the way that she looks over me and I am not worthy

God, take the apple back from me

‘Cause Eve is lookin’ fine and Lucifer is right behind me

God, take the apple back from me

I am crucified every time that she denies me

Take it back

Love is Love for life and I am living for her she gives me a bite

I sink my teeth in

Everything is turning now the serpent’s at my heels

And I am noticing her skin

Chorus

Take back temptation; make love my only home

Take back all the possibilities of fire and brimstone

Take back damnation

Take it back

Impassioned by the only woman in the world and she is holding my life in her hand

She is holding my life, holding my life, holding my life, holding my fate in her hand

In her hand