Kate Martin - Apples Lyrics
Summer slips awayLike a patient on death rowAnd your eyes will turn to blueIn the reflection of the moon and I'mSorry I'm not with youEven though I'm lying in your armsIf Option A is BAnd Option B is hold me closeAnd if Option C is BI guess I'm left here to make up my mindI'm sorry I won't look you in the eyeChorusOoh, I'm coming home for the weekendOoh, not to stayOoh, we built this bridge as big as BrooklynOoh, it's gonna burn, tonightOnce upon a timeThis nightmare was an aspirationAnd I recall the daysWhen I could run away if I wantedNow life is gonna feed me to the wolves