Apples lyrics

meet me in the garden we can pick some apples smoke until we can't see living in a bubble steal food from the larder mebbe get some sparklers use a candle light our way hold hands in the dark we can talk about girls that are really pretty we can prearrange a day trip to the city we can contemplate living like we're fools we can count the hours we wasted being at school we can wonder why we never got accepted we can wonder how we always felt neglected mebbe it was to be expected