Apples

I see a sunbeam comin’ down I know it’s you by your footsteps on the ground

Start it out slow, kick it up then make it burn out and squeal

And if the whole world is crashing down on you
Fall through space, out of mind with me
Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising
Blows all the shadows far away

RIDE OVER THE TOP

Little darling, it’s been a long, cold, lonely winter

6-7 august 2010
It’s what I want

It’s natural selection

Give me one last ride to your striptease coast
I’m the glamor boy that you love the most
I’m living
Hold me down in your muscle car
I hope your dreams will get you far
I’m living

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