return I gave her nothing in return I gave her nothing in return The ghost of her husband Beautiful as a horse Pulled up an apple cart Full of millions of red apples
Translation: Smog. Red Apples.
in return I gave her nothing in return I gave her nothing in return The ghost of her husband Beautiful as a horse Pulled up an apple cart Full of millions of red apples
The widow says It's hard to live With a man A man like me The widow says It's hard to live On the lonely version of love I give And I've seen the way
Translation: Smog. Red Apple Falls.
And it's all bad news on every page So i roll right over And go to sleep The evening sun will be so sweet I roll right over And i have this thing Red apple
Whenever i get dressed up I feel like an ex-con Trying to make good Jean jacket and tie Feel like such a lie When i go to your house I feel like i'm
If you're living the unliveable By loving the unloveable It's time to start changing the unchangeable Be leaving the unleaveable Come on If you're
Granted passage Into the finer days How i got here I do not know And if it were all to disappear I would not know how to return And all of my old friends
Most of my fantasies are of Making someone else come Most of my fantasies are of To be of use To be of some hard Simple Undeniable use Like a spindle
I was a stranger When i came to town Just yesterday I was a stranger They dont come much stranger So why Why did you believe All every word I said
wing torn and jutting bone What hand bent it to bust To be ueseless What hand I could have done it With two fingers A blood red bird A blood red bird
The widow says It's hard to live With a man A man like me The widow says It's hard to live On the lonely version of love i give And i've seen the way
