Early in the morning But it feels like purgatory Every building in the city catches fire at the same time The bugs go back to their roaring Boy next to girl, girl next to me What a good apple that falls from that tree
What a good nose that breaks on my knee What a sweet rage that takes over me, over me What a good apple that falls from that tree
Overbearing forgiveness Am I too big for my britches? I can see it in your eyes That now the days loved have gone by
Boy next to girl, girl next to me What a good apple that falls from that treeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
