Milkman's Union (The)
Apple
So I was seen on the outskirts of townApple in my mouth, apple in my mouthSo I was seen knocking on doors on Paramount StreetAn explosion in meThere are ghosts in limousinesThere are millions of shimmering things in meBut they don't come out til morningOh it's so humblingKnowing where you've beenKnowing who you've seenBut I don't know how humble I can beNo I don't know how humble I can beThere are ghosts in limousinesThere are millions of shimmering things in meBut they don't come out til morningSo she walks through the houseLike a great goat through treesShe says do i remind you of someone you've seen?So I go out the backWhat else can I do?She reminds me of someone I knewShe reminds me of someone I
From Letras Mania