The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
The Apples in Stereo
Forty times you may question your life
Fortified with a hunting knife
Before you find out if you survive
Questioning marks have turned into scars
For the record you remember the few, yeah
Who for a second time you bid adieu
Forty days in the neon haze
Festering dreams are dressed in vagaries
You follow the skyway
You follow your right-of-way
You follow the streets and the cars
And the shadows and the stars
Forty lessons you may hear from the sun, now
You never listened to a single one
Falling leaves whisper like thieves
Not that you mind you live on stolen time
You follow the skyway
You follow your right-of-way
You follow the streets and the cars
And the shadows and the stars
Fists loaded with a furious disdain
Your ferocity will be your shame
Fast motion like a curious flame
The best I can do is to turn my back on you
You follow the skyway
You follow your right-of-way
You follow the streets and the cars
And the shadows and the stars
You follow the skyway
You follow your right-of-way
You follow the streets and the cars
And the shadows and the stars
Streets and the cars and the shadows and the stars