Apple Tree کے بول

Here I hang from the apple tree Oh, take a little bite, take a bite for me The pain, it keeps me sane for I am more than a taste The taste in the mouths of the starving crowds Oh, pulling at the leaves, pulling off to me In feet first, the savage thirst Oh leave me be, leave me be Leave me be, I’m tired I feel so damn cold Hold me like a child ‘Cause I feel so damn old I got so damn old Here I hang for the sated crowd To look upon my eyes, look upon my mouth And say “we were there that day I saw a face, heard a sound” But now I sit where they used to be A quiet little scene on an apple tree White roots and balanced fruit The winter glowed on her leaves Hold me like a child ‘Cause I feel so damn cold Bind me like I’m wild ‘Cause I feel so damn old I got so damn old And I feel so damn old I got so damn old