We Picked Apples in a Graveyard Freshly Mowed

Richard Dawson - Rock, UK
We Picked Apples in a Graveyard Freshly Mowed
2 Plays
October 5, 2011.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] We picked apples in the graveyard freshly mowed The flight of flies peppered the sky I could feel the sun between my legs As we pressed on through the labyrinth of the dead [Refrain] Hold me, hold me And never let me go Hold me [Verse 2] The metal basin groaned Under the weight of the fruit we'd earlier gathered Spiders drowning in a silver spiral The next door neighbour's cat is a ribbon of smoke around my ankles I am listening for your key in the door [Refrain] Hold me, hold me And never let me go Hold me [Verse 3] I awake to the screech of a fox in the street Carrying your soul in its teeth through the snow I invite the forest into my bed My bed, which is a river [Outro] Hold me, hold me And never let me go Hold me Hold me, hold me Never let me go Hold me
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