I am an apple tree Covered up in your leaves And no one else can feel my sin Your head's a burdened cloud That never lets it out Until the desert cries your name But now My hands are the words in your mouth My fingers are the days that you count My eyes are the lovers you doubt Fortune's fools Naked as we are In the woods With heaven dropping stars Fortune's fools Naked as we are In the woods With heaven dropping This weight it feels so cursed I hear it calling out Over everything but you And over everyone I saw the native son Waiting to hear my voice too But now My hands are the words in your mouth My fingers are the days that you count My eyes are the lovers you doubt And over everyone I saw the native son Waiting to hear my voice too