Story Behind The Song

This song came out of the air

Song Description

A goodbye song to a relationship that has embodied the different baggage that the two people involved brought with them

Lyrics

I was damaged from the first throw
Turned from the breast I?ve never known
Always wanting, giving out those signals
Like a wounded calf that should never have grown
Doing the best I can, doing the best I can
Trying to comfort myself
Always waiting for that touch
For the blossom on the orange tree

It?s not your fault you were the one I came to believe
Could know me down to where it?s real
You were the one who drove that get-away car
When I threw myself beneath the wheels
Living in make believe, living in make believe
That you?d return my love
Always waiting for that touch
For the blossom on the orange tree

But you were a chameleon, a master of disguise
You wouldn?t know your own face in the mirror
You tore your life right out of the hands of destiny
Because it as better to you than living a life of terror
Always in control, you?ve got to be in control
Putting everything just where you want it to be
Making your foot soldiers stand in line
Sweeping up the blossom from the orange tree

I?ve come to see you as someone I have to run from
Whose reality I have to resist
I can?t change what I don?t believe is even there
For a love that really don?t exist
And this living in make believe, living in make believe
That you?d return my love
No more waiting for that touch
It?s like waiting for apples from an orange tree
No more waiting ...........
.......... waiting for apples from an orange tree