White Apple Tree
Mr. Sanity
The sex is goneThe nights are coldAnd you are right where you need to beSome insignificant retreatThe Spectrum of ComplacencyMy Televised TransparencyThe listless dreams of SanityI'll never let you goI'll never let you goOhThe yellow cabYour faithful handCalming my uncertaintiesOf idiotic policiesThe southwest sunThe Ocean BreezeShould call for slightly shorter sleevesA vibrant hue of SanityI'll never let you goI'll never let you goOh
From Letras Mania