Red apple, cheery on your lips

Killing me with every kiss

A deathly guise took you by night

And those hands turned the tide

And you were harmed by unsaintly arms

And we will take you in our arms

Autumnal rays turned your eyes to stone

Did it give you pleasure to steal my soul?

What a wicked game you play to make me feel

this way

What a wicked things you do to make me dream

of you

To taste your lips, to touch your skin.

Pull you close and drink you in.

I should let you go but I don't know how.

I'm not good for you and I'm nothing without.