Little, little insect on tip of my pin
While I was spelling out the future on paper lying next to me
I'm here cause the apples and apples to be plucked in the after-noon
Oh human like trees in the garden, watching me, watching, watching, watching me

I'm outside in an army coat and a bill cap that belongs to my father
I fight every breath of the howling wind, I clutch myself to the ladder
I steal them apples, I clean the garden
They might be angry or relieved of the sediment
I've got them, I've got, I've got / We place them in buckets, we place them in buckets
we place them in buckets, we place them in buckets, we place them in buckets,
we place them in buckets.


We got hope for the the future, sometimes I can't see for days
Sometimes my name is estrange
We got hope leading nowhere, going nowhere
We got hope for the future / We got hope for the the future, sometimes I can't see for days
Sometimes my name is estrange
We got hope going nowhere, going nowhere

Little, little insect on tip of my pen
While I was spelling out the future on paper lying next to me.


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Apples song meanings
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