Fruit by Tapestry Lyrics
Seeing what I want inside a picture that’s yet to be made
Jumping to conclusions about a story that’s barely been read
But what you’ll think keeps getting in the way of things I’d like to say
And all my dreams that I just can’t contain, those thoughts just can’t be tamed
Fleeting confidence gets me speaking, I break into myself
Envied oscillation, the feeling just cannot be quelled
So will my dreams finally come true? Crash straight into you…
And will I find a place to call my home out there on my own
Kind of nice, that saturated dirt, the smell of soaking earth
Need some plans to conjure up some worth, I’ve got some in the works
My wrists are sore from scattered thoughts all jumbled in a web
So I’ll take a drive to clear my mind, but I know what’s been said
Which path to choose? I wish I knew, but I know that I will find out
And give thanks to you and pay my dues, you never let me down, no
Sift through the dirt in my veins
There’s a long road ahead of me
All these closed doors, what will I see?
There are no peep holes on these things
Jumping to conclusions about a story that’s barely been read
But what you’ll think keeps getting in the way of things I’d like to say
And all my dreams that I just can’t contain, those thoughts just can’t be tamed
Fleeting confidence gets me speaking, I break into myself
Envied oscillation, the feeling just cannot be quelled
So will my dreams finally come true? Crash straight into you…
And will I find a place to call my home out there on my own
Kind of nice, that saturated dirt, the smell of soaking earth
Need some plans to conjure up some worth, I’ve got some in the works
My wrists are sore from scattered thoughts all jumbled in a web
So I’ll take a drive to clear my mind, but I know what’s been said
Which path to choose? I wish I knew, but I know that I will find out
And give thanks to you and pay my dues, you never let me down, no
Sift through the dirt in my veins
There’s a long road ahead of me
All these closed doors, what will I see?
There are no peep holes on these things