Rakehead - White Apple Tree

I’ve fallen out, fallen out of place

The engine’s on, but no one’s home

In the corner, of the Earth I wait

The leaves are gone, to the moon they’ve raised

I’m a Rakehead

I’ve fallen out, fallen out of place

The engine’s on, but no one’s home

In the corner, of your mind wait

The placebo, has never changed

I’m a Rakehead