the apple in the pear tree this brokenhearted winter just something you put there to devastate your neighbors they never liked your haircut they never liked your shoes they never liked the way you walked they’ll never like the way they lost you But here a blow in time Here the soaring rain Long beloved night cradle what remains I hang above the scarecrow A picture of your garden It doesn’t scare away the crows It doesn’t scare away the thought of you But here a blow in time Here the soaring rain Long beloved night cradle what remains