The Suitcase Junket earth apple

Earth apple, setting sun
You told me you were the one
I followed where you lead
Til winter came and left you dead
Winter came and left you dead
Earth apple, my desire
Pit of poison skin of fire
One taste and you must have more
Stem to seed and flesh to core
Stem to seed and flesh to core
Earth apple in my heart
You said we would never part
But the blood's frozen in your veins
How can past pleasure produce such pain
How can past pleasure produce such pain
Earth apple in the ground
Took with you all color and sound
I wait for your return
Feeling cold and feeling burned
Feeling cold and feeling burned