Apple Tree Songtext
von Another Sky

An extension of yourself
Or a hand of roses in the back yard
His food in the fryer
His house is on fire
All his teeth grew the wrong way in
Plum smile but he′s laughing
Daffodils over guns
He spoke to them as if they were his sons
And boy were they pretty
Be good and be pretty
If he was found out they'd be cut down
Like gold in the fields
As he fought in the streets
And laid in the ground Below the poppies
If you had all that you wanted
If it ever could be so easy
If you had to die tomorrow
Would you still wear your apple strings?
The width of a wall
You bled and fought
You′re the best for
An extension of yourself
An extension of yourself
An extension of yourself
An extension of yourself
An extension of yourself