Tangerine

Falling leaves at the turn of the season, Trees becoming see through
You could get up and leave before coffee in the morning
But I'll beg you not to
As my eyes grow heavy my body grows light
And just for the night if it's alright
I want you to stay, The whole night through

I ain't nothin' special, Just another tangerine on a tree
I trip over my own feet with laces tied, But I've come to realize
That the garden of Eden is not so sweet
Without your eyes and the heels on your feet
You could be, Another tangerine on the tree hangin' next to me

Sticking out like a sore thumb, Oh how easy this story could be to write, If you stay the whole night you could see