Rotten Apples Songtext
von Lifts

I saw you picking apples
Collected what you left behind
They sit on my mantle
As my rotten apple prize

Rotten apple prize
My rotten apple prize
My rotten apple prize
My rotten apple prize

I saw you planting lilies
Now you water them all the time
I like to think it′s those lilies
That ease your aching mind


That ease your aching mind
That ease your aching mind
That stop you crossing the line
That stop you crossing the line

I saw you by the river
Undressed and ready to dive
I heard someone call you
When nobody batted an eye

When nobody batted an eye
When nobody batted an eye
When nobody batted an eye
Because the mouth that it came from was mine

The mouth that it came from was mine
The mouth that it came from was mine
Mine

I saw you picking apples
Collected what you left behind
They sit on my mantle
As my rotten apple prize