Under the Appletree
My tapestry, I ponder
What that could mean
What this could do
Under the Appletree
My tapestry, I ponder
What that could mean
What this could do? Like
What could this do? What could that mean
Chasing my woes up and down the backstreets
If I find my shadow looking back up at me
I ain't backing up slow, I'm dying to meet
If you had a voice, what would you teach
Digging up my ancestors from under my feet
Grandad I see how you did it
Stirring red sauce for your children
Burning the cross on a canvas to earn what it cost for the building
Billing my woes when I'm sad
Still with my woes when I'm chilling, chilling
Don't know why I'm mad
But it makes sense when I make a killing
The clovers are glad
When snow comes over thеir heads cause
All they need is a nap
Rеd and golden these leaves
Money, money, money
Burning up at my feet
Needed me something real and ya'll just can't compete
Running, running, running
I feel dumb in my seat
The gun in my sheets keeps going off in my dreams
Under the Appletree
My tapestry, I ponder
What that could mean
What this could do
Under the Appletree
My tapestry, I ponder
What that could mean
What this could do, Like
What that could mean
What this could do? Like