You were the tree. And I was the apple. That fell to the ground and turn brown. . Hate was the wind. But love was the secret. That blew us to where we are now.
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh. . You were the tree. and I was the apple,. And fell to the ground. and turn brown. . Hate was the wind. but love was the secrect.