Apples

Waited this whole night
Waited this whole time
For you to calm down

Wait for this gold mine
For you to feel alright
I know you're not yourself

The pretty bright lights shade you
From your darkest times

You told me you like the fire
That's burning you up inside
Well, I've got mine

Well, time needs patience
Or it becomes faceless
Show me your wild

The preacher's on his back
Crying for some reaction now

Come and fly, come and lie with me again
It's only wise to take an apple from the hand
That holds you, that holds you
That calls you, that calls you
And I'll hold you, I'll hold you