Fruit of the Past Songtext
von Wishing

Brace yourself under mistletoe
Shaking hands underneath the snow
I hate myself for picking up the phone
I don′t think you're ever coming home

Remember the fruit of the past
I do not like to
I′m killing the tree that you left
I don't think I'm like you


Your ashes arrived, I don′t think that I′m ready
I wasn't expecting them to be heavy
Walk around the house talking to daddy
Talking to you like you′re still here
I hate myself for picking up the phonе
At least you could have died whilе you were home

Remember the fruit of the past
I do not like to
I'm killing the tree that you left
I don′t think I'm like you