| Honey’d sweet apples, they’re rotting away
|
| Millions of people never start in the race
|
| There’s stuff on out plates that has not been alive
|
| Someone pays full price for my cheap flight life
|
| 'Sunshine, we all see the same sky'
|
| I am a man filled with longing desire
|
| The gifts of creation are ready for hire
|
| A look and a label are all I require
|
| Enough’s not enough, I never ask why
|
| 'Sunshine, we all see the same sky
|
| Looking, learning, asking the same 'why?''
|
| Honey’d sweet apples, they’re rotting away
|
| Millions of people never start in the race
|
| There’s stuff on out plates that has not been alive
|
| Someone else pays the real price of my cheap flight life
|
| Wheel of fortune spins,
|
| But the wheels on fire come crashing on you
|
| Honey’d sweet apples, they’re rotting away
|
| 'Sunshine, we all see the same sky
|
| Looking, learning, asking the same 'why?'
|
| Sunshine, we all see the same sky' |