Текст песни: We Picked Apples In A Graveyard Freshly Mowed + перевод

We picked apples in the graveyard freshly mowed

The flight of flies peppered the sky

I could feel the sun between my legs

As we pressed our fruit, the labyrinth of the dead

Hold me, hold me

And never let me go

Hold me

The metal basin groaned

Under the weight of the fruit we’d earlier gathered

Spiders drowning in a silver spiral

The next door neighbour’s cat

Is a ribbon of smoke around my ankles

I am listening for your key in the door

Hold me, hold me

And never let me go

Hold me

I awake to the screech of a fox in the street

Carrying your soul in its teeth

Through the snow

I invite the forest into my bed

My bed which is a river

Hold me, hold me

And never let me go

Hold me

Hold me, hold me

Never let me go

Hold me

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