I Think I Believe Her: We were young enough but could have known better
what the forbidden fruit of desire would bring
but what fool would say “it’s only the weather”
when his heart starts to warm in a light like spring?
Now we’ve fallen like the stone midsummer
to a sacrifice chained on the altar we drew
would you like to make a change for the better
and return to the garden of before we once knew?
and she says,
“How you gonna get there, sugar?
Don’t the berries picked from this vine
taste sweet?
I know where to find your garden,
here between the lines every time
we meet.”
And I think I believe her.
I think I believe her.
With all and everything ours to discover
and to bring to the other each moment anew,
would you like to make a change in forever
and together make one where before there were two?
and she says,
“How you gonna get there, sugar?
Don’t the berries picked from this vine
taste sweet?
I know where to find your garden,
here between the lines every time
we meet.”
And I think I believe her.
I think I believe her.
