In truth, it's like the garden of a careless man Unaffected by a mortal hand, yet perfectly tended In bloom Wild flourish of forgotten land Like Eden couldn’t find a garden hand When paradise ended Soon, while I assumed the harvest compromised The brilliant chaos had me so surprised By the fruits it extended Well, time grows strange like an apple tree Still I toil and I pine, I pine Unknown and sung like a melody Womb awakened her with life again Like a river through a holy land The conflict it’s holding And who’s there? The glow of laughter just beyond the door? The heartache stopped when sorrow cut it short With her blood on the pine floor Well, time grows strange like an apple tree Still I toil and I pine, I pine Unknown and sung like a melody someone else will write La da da da da da And it’s playing without sound on the airplane seat backs now The displays are ranging, calm then crazy I look round and round for weather Whether time grows strange like an apple tree Still I hope, but I am fine, I'm fine Unknown, it’s unlike most anything, so it must be mine So it must be mine