Apples - Kate Martin

Summer slips away

Like a patient on death row

And your eyes will turn to blue

In the reflection of the moon and I’m

Sorry I’m not with you

Even though I’m lying in your arms

If Option A is B

And Option B is hold me close

And if Option C is B

I guess I’m left here to make up my mind

I’m sorry I won’t look you in the eye

Chorus

Ooh, I’m coming home for the weekend

Ooh, not to stay

Ooh, we built this bridge as big as Brooklyn

Ooh, it’s gonna burn, tonight

Once upon a time

This nightmare was an aspiration

And I recall the days

When I could run away if I wanted

Now life is gonna feed me to the wolves