[Verse 1] It’s the way you bite an apple, makes me question my sanity, softness of your lips on the white flesh of the fruit. And the way you sleep there naked, like we’re still inside the garden, Garden of Eden, or a little house in the countryside. [Pre-Chorus] “You’re talking in riddles again…” I close my eyes and see a blooming branch against the window, slowly reaching out to me. [Chorus] I’d take that house over Eden, any day, any night. I’d take your little garden with the curtains open wide. I’d take the apple, I’d take the bite, I’d take the sweetness and call it mine. [Verse 2] There’s a garden in every woman, a snake beneath the leaves, an apple waiting on the branches, a little shame she keeps. But the trick is in the biting, you bite it when you please. Not because somebody told you you were never meant to eat. [Bridge — spoken] “And how about Adam?” you say. “What Adam?” I laugh. [Pause] “Oh yes…” Adam was there too. [Outro] It’s the way you bite an apple, makes me question my sanity… Maybe Eden wasn’t paradise. Maybe it was you and me.
