Staring at Fruit Out of Reach by The Aaron Clift Experiment Lyrics
Gazing at dates at the top of the trunk
My eyes raised but faith is sunk
Praying for fruit to take its place
Every day I ask the leaves
Then I beg to the boughs:
“Can you make your canopy
Shake me from my doubt?”
Still nothing heeds my pleas
I’m staring at fruit out of reach
So I hatch a plan to climb the tree
And bring seeds into my hand
When I’m ready to scale the tree
Something holds me to the ground
I guess I’d rather melt in the sand and the heat
And the fear that keeps me down
My head has never hung so low
Yet my eyes are up in the tree
Staring at fruit out of reach
Asleep in a dream where seeds fill my mind
Wearing out time to make them mine, all mine
If I eat just one
My life will be complete
But I can’t climb the trunk
When sand has burnt my feet
I’m tired of being disgraced
With desire that’s only waste
All I want is a little taste
And the answers in my hand
My head has never hung so low
Yet my eyes are up in the tree
Staring at fruit out of reach
Asleep in a dream where seeds fill my mind
Wearing out time to make them mine, all mine
Are seeds what I really need
Or am I just wasting time?
‘Cause the longer I gaze into the tree
The less I try to climb
I’m only drawn to the tempting fruit
To keep me from reality
So don’t cut me loose
I put down my roots
Let me stay in fantasy
If I eat just one
My life will be complete
But I can’t climb the trunk
When sand has burnt my feet
Just when I’m free, I cut my feet
On the last piece of the shell
And as blood goes into the sea
My fantasy dispels
Left again in the low tide
With hope that has capsized
If I could look past the seaboard
To a place I sailed before
I would reach inside
For the will to fight
My self-imposed exile
But my heart is silent
In the fading shore
My eyes raised but faith is sunk
Praying for fruit to take its place
Every day I ask the leaves
Then I beg to the boughs:
“Can you make your canopy
Shake me from my doubt?”
Still nothing heeds my pleas
I’m staring at fruit out of reach
So I hatch a plan to climb the tree
And bring seeds into my hand
When I’m ready to scale the tree
Something holds me to the ground
I guess I’d rather melt in the sand and the heat
And the fear that keeps me down
My head has never hung so low
Yet my eyes are up in the tree
Staring at fruit out of reach
Asleep in a dream where seeds fill my mind
Wearing out time to make them mine, all mine
If I eat just one
My life will be complete
But I can’t climb the trunk
When sand has burnt my feet
I’m tired of being disgraced
With desire that’s only waste
All I want is a little taste
And the answers in my hand
My head has never hung so low
Yet my eyes are up in the tree
Staring at fruit out of reach
Asleep in a dream where seeds fill my mind
Wearing out time to make them mine, all mine
Are seeds what I really need
Or am I just wasting time?
‘Cause the longer I gaze into the tree
The less I try to climb
I’m only drawn to the tempting fruit
To keep me from reality
So don’t cut me loose
I put down my roots
Let me stay in fantasy
If I eat just one
My life will be complete
But I can’t climb the trunk
When sand has burnt my feet
Just when I’m free, I cut my feet
On the last piece of the shell
And as blood goes into the sea
My fantasy dispels
Left again in the low tide
With hope that has capsized
If I could look past the seaboard
To a place I sailed before
I would reach inside
For the will to fight
My self-imposed exile
But my heart is silent
In the fading shore