Apples Lyrics

Yearbook Committee Apples

[Verse 1]
Winding through suburbia
Upon these poisoned greens
Everyone is happy, everyone is free
Everyone is tortured by materials and schemes
They are blind, they are blind
They are blind

[Verse 2]
Like the Santa Maria
You'll find your ship will sink in time
Whether Heaven or Nirvana
When the heart it becomes cold
I hope the apple trees are so old
They bear fruit that tastes like wine
I won't mind, I won't mind
I won't mind

[Verse 3]
Laugh at life's absurdities
Each storm will pass in time
Persevere on through the darkness
Both real and in your mind
You'll do fine, you'll do fine
You'll do fine

You'll do fine, you'll do fine
You'll do fine