歌詞

We split an orange

On your old back porch

You kept the brighter half

Said

"you like the pith more"

You laughed at nothing

I watched your hands instead

Sun on your chipped nail paint

Words I never quite said

Love tastes like half of the orchard

Sweet on one side

Quiet on the rind

You walk away with the harvest

I stay here tracing the line

Between what we were

What we almost became

Love tastes like half of the orchard

And I'm still biting the same

Your jacket in my closet

Ticket stubs in the drawer

I fold our tiny moments

Like I’m moving out

Then stopping at the door

You called me in September

Said

"I heard our favorite song"

I smiled into the silence

Knew that echo was already gone

We never met in the middle

You turned early

I turned late

Two trains on separate timetables

Passing one small shared fate

You’ll tell the story brighter

I’ll leave the ending torn

You kept the summer

Laughing

I keep the peel and the storm

Leaves crunch beneath our footsteps

Autumn's whisper in the air

The ghosts of all our laughter

Still linger everywhere

Tried to blend into the background

While you shone underneath the sun

Picking petals from forgotten flowers

One by one

Love's a taste of ripened orchards

Bittersweet and stained

You walked into the sunset

I stayed in the rain

Counting moments scattered

Like seeds upon the ground

Love's a taste of ripened orchards

In silence, I'm still bound

Your shadow by the window

Memories stuck in the screen

Echoes linger softly

In places we've been

Reading lines in your handwriting

Faded ink on a postcard's face

Words age like pressed leaves

In their tender embrace

The roads we didn't travel

Are whispers in the night

Paths diverging slowly

Each under a separate light

You'll keep the songs we shared

I'll hold the quiet times

You roam through the open fields

I've marked out all the lines

Love's a mystery in the orchard

An enigma untold

Where the heart's silent truths

Quietly unfold

Beneath branches heavy with stories

Of journeys incomplete

In the orchard’s secret shadows

Our hearts still discreet