The Apple Lyrics
| Song | The Apple |
| Artist | Carolina Story |
| Album | When The River Met The Sea |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (*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? |
| 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 stitchedtogether 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? |
| 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 stitchedtogether 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? |
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