Jeffrey Foucault Appeline
I’ve got a girl named Appeline
Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen
There’s no fire that burns
So cool or so clean
As my Appeline
Oh my Appeline
Well I walked through the valley
Of the shadow and I’ve seen
The hunger of mercy
The violence of dreams
And the rainbows that shine
On spilled gasoline
But nothing shines like Appeline
Nothing shines like Appeline
And will you take me as I am?
This bloodshot blue midnight
Like a tatoo on my skin
Will you tell me you love me?
Will you tell me again
And tell me one more time?
They’re selling heart attacks on credit
And shadows on a screen
And they’ll grind your bones to dust
In this American machine
Where the firemen trade their water
In for kerosene
But I’ll never trade
My Appeline
