White Apple Lyrics

Blind Pilot White Apple

In shadow, in dark,

In cold wind, open up your heart.

'Cause time brushes your face

And one loved them - every new shape.

One loved them for what could not get left behind or washed away.

Some were seasons, some just days.

I'm bringing nothing with me I mean to save:

This faint sweetness, this wick of light,

This white apple full of bites.

A white apple full of what has slipped away from me;

Full of flesh sweet as memory;

Full of hope grown from a fallen tree;

Full of a life I can't just let myself believe.

So if I haunt you, if I do,

If my shadow leans up on you to,

No good intentions or ways I talk.

I'll just leave a light lit for you to walk.

I'll leave a light lit for you to walk.