Apples From A Tree - Mark Lanegan

Plucking apples from a tree

And roses from the ground

I am up in the air

Never to come down

You are the part of me I lacked

The mother I never knew

The love I never had

I came up on the streets

Always doing bad

But what I leave behind

Are memories to sell

You singing me to sleep

Always doing well

We won’t meet again

In this life or anymore

I’m too far out at sea

And you’re on the shore

Good night, my love, good night

Mind the way you go

Going home tonight

You’ll be alone

I’ve taken flight

Plucking apples from a tree

And roses from the ground

I’m high up in the air

And never coming down