I remember spilled oranges
Glowing on the floor
You said it was all too much
It could have been so much more
On a holiday in the country

Skipping stones and stolen kisses
In and in between us
A strange girl sitting on a fence
Lost inside a darkest shade of green
In the country
And it was sad to see

I remember silver apples
Twirling from the night sky
Some boy was talking to me
And I could see that the light in his eyes
It was dying
In the country
And it was sad to see

I remember spilled oranges
Glowing everywhere
On our hands and on our hair
In the sky and in the air
On a holiday in the country