Azimuth Split
Samhradh
Today's the first day of the apples
I'm letting it all slip away
In the end, nothing much else can happen
On apple day
The years, I've found, have passed without pain
And settled into the backdrop
Like last spring's rain
And screams from the hilltop
Today's the first day of the apples
I'm lying far from the orchard
Stupid white men, it always rankles
From the mouths of babes, its so hard
You wanna know why i'm acting dead in the water?
Answer me that and you'll drown my questions
Stone cold paving that feels so much better
On the tops of mountains without any suggestions
Plan it out
On an O.S. map, its a suicide trap, yeah
Go through
The gap of the North-West, its a suicide quest, yeah
Today's the last day of the apples
In the west lie crimson flames
Summers over and nothing left matters
Letras de cancionesJust dying whispers of self-same names
I cannot wait to run through the basket
Of steaming rock and viridian ways
Ride the ocean, smile at what makes you forget
The memories of old, unimportant ways
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