Alamo Race Track - Apples lyrics

rate me

Little, little insect on tip of my pen

While I was spelling out the future on paper lying next to me

I’m here cause the apples and apples to be plucked in the after-noon

Oh …like treason, they got in watching me, watching, watching, watching me

I’m outside in an army coat and a bill cap that belongs to my father

I fight every breath of the howling wind, I clutch myself to the ladder

I steal them apples, I clean the garden

They might be angry or relieved of the sediment

I’ve got them, I’ve got, I’ve got

… buckets, … buckets

We got hope for the future, sometimes I can’t see for days

Sometimes my name is estrange

We got hope leading nowhere, going nowhere

We got hope follow the

We got hope follow the the future, sometimes I can’t see for days

Sometimes my name is estrange

We got hope going nowhere, going nowhere

We got hope X 2

Little, little insect on tip of my pen

While I was spelling out the future on paper lying next to me.

Thanks to Lexi for correcting these lyrics