Apples Off the Trees

from by Marc M Cogman

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It was you and me, eating apples off the trees on a cool foggy morning, New England in autumn, all red and gold leaves. And I knew right away we’d look back on it someday like a polaroid photo, over-exposed, and I’d use it to say: Even though our love may be crumbling, even though our life got tough, even when our love was a foolish thing, I remember that it was enough.

It was me and you in that circular room, slow dancing to “Sparks,” high above the park, by the light of the moon. And it’s easy to forget all the best things we said when our blood’s gone to boiling, our patience is worn, and we give up instead.

Even though our love may be crumbling, even though our love got rough, even though our love may be slumbering, that just means we can still wake it up.

credits

from Nothing is Fantastic, released March 21, 2017
Marc M Cogman - lead vox, acoustic guitar, piano, organ
Frogs - bass, electric guitar
Steve McDonald - electric guitar
Brian Moskin - drums
Jillinda Napolitano - background vox

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