I woke up this morning   To find that we have outlived the myth of trust   You woke up this morning   To the fact we've lost the things   We took for granted between us   Because I grew up in awe of the girl next door   And the boy that never cried   I was dreaming of those elizabethan girls   While you were working in the market   To earn ourselves   And when you found out what happened yesterday   While you were away in this land of cain   We were upstairs in the bedroom   Dancing disgusting   And flushing our babies down the drain   And the apple that don't want to get eaten   Will still fall off the tree   When you're in as deep as we are honey   It's so easy to get washed out to sea   For the facts of life are not man and wife   But man and woman sadly   And the apple that don't want to get eaten   Will still fall off the tree