Older Reflections کے بول

You asked me: Is something on your mind? I mentioned the apple trees outside And how, like me, they bend with weight Of a seemingly good thing I keep finding bitterness at their root And I don't wanna feel that way But I don't wanna stop, so I eat the fruit Trust, I tried to let it go Lesson in reaping what you sow And I become something I can't pull back A home to which I cannot return But I will look fondly on all of those years I am who I am and I've learned How to fold, or give Oh, older reflections in the sea I am Soon, the streets will spill with fruit After the autumn wind scares them all loose It'll be the tread under our feet And become a part of everything I become something I can't call back A home which I cannot return I will look fondly on all of those years I am who I am and I've learned How to fold, or give Oh, older reflections of myself I'm Oh, all the reflections of myself I am