The Myth of Trust

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 doesn't want to get eaten will still fall off the tree I woke up this morning to find that we have outlived the myth of trust