Red Apple Boy

It's a red apple day, they say
I don't agree
I don't agree

In the rust of the valley of the river of the night
I feel obliged
To be dark
To be alive

It's a red apple day, they say
I don't agree
A red apple day, they say
I don't agree
Because the sun is a piece of paper torn from the Sunday magazines
Someone spat on the back and slapped it up against the wall
It's curling at the edges, now it's about to fall

I feel obliged

It's a red apple day
I don't agree
On a red apple day, they say
I don't agree

Cover is burning in the popped clock on the wall, stopped
Just then the pin it dropped

I had a red apple boy, she said
Don't agree
I had a red apple boy, she said
I don't agree

In the rust of the valley of the river of the night
I feel obliged



Credits
Writer(s): David Thomas, Joel Hamilton, Anthony William Maimone, Zeena Parkins, Brian Wolf, Matthias Bossi
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