A haunting song inspired by the biblical story of Adam and Eve, from Eve's point of view. With deep moaning electric guitar and played in the hypnotic odd rhythm 7/4.

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Farewell to the figs that are dropping.
The scent of sweet apples fading.
We have no choice but leaving.
We are walking, Walking Away.
I stood beneath the tree that bore the secrets,
Ripe and round with promise.
I reached up my hand
Toward the kingdom of God.
Farewell to the figs that are dropping,
The scent of sweet apples fading.
We have no choice but leaving.
We are walking, Walking Away.
To his curious tongue I passed the nectar.
I saw it lift my husband’s eyes open.
To a new dimension
Of pleasure and pain.
Farewell to the figs that are dropping,
The scent of sweet apples fading.
We have no choice but leaving.
We are walking, Walking Away.