Lyrics Apples - Little May

Apples

I’m trying to find something to hold onto
I’m running out of black ink, can you lend me some?
Just lock it down and hold it till it’s not breathing
I heard that you’ve been studying your art
Well, I hope that you have found your home
It seems fitting that you went and blacklisted in the end
Because, thank God, I think I’ve found my own
I’m running out of apples, can you give me some?
Money I will pay you back if I get the chance
I guarantee my profit will go to you
A profit I haven’t seen before
I wish to be governed by something else
I can’t hold your hand while you wash away our dreams
And it’s been pissing down in Sydney for three weeks
But oh thank God it doesn’t feel so alone
I’m running out of apples, can you give me some?
Money I will pay you back if I get the chance
I guarantee my profit will go to you
A profit I haven’t seen before
I’m running out of apples, can you give me some?
Money I will pay you back if I get the chance
I guarantee my profit will go to you
A profit I haven’t seen before