Claranova - Blood N' Stitches Lyrics

I was walking down the street
With cannonballs in my hands
Searching for some bullfights
And a place to dance at nights
Every Sunday morning
It's time to be depressed
Thinking about Monday
And I'm wishing you the best

Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess
Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess

I was driving home at night
My car was on top speed
Then I encountered a deer
A red nose and some fear
Had to pump some gas
So I stopped at the station
The lights are on
But there's nobody home

Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess
Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess

It is kind of a tale
A tale of the unexpected
And I guess my mom is there
With crowns and diamond rings
Holy spirits in motions
Are driving me insane
Doors are open
The paradise is so sweet

Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess
Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess

Turn down every offers
No need for an Empire
Just wanna dance till late at night
And have some fun
I'm searching for my soul mate
But my mind is somewhere else
I'm searching for my mainline
And there's nothing else

Apple pies, apple pies
Sweet apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess
Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess

Coney was a camper
Made for rest areas
Stopping at every state parks on her way home
Shining through the night
With her pairs of glowing shoes
Everything was possible
On the campings dancing floors

Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess
Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess

On every Sunday mornings
Bells are ringing
Calling all the people
And their sins
Nobody's home
But the lights are on
I stay at home
Cause I have no sin

Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess
Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess

I was walking down the street
With cannonballs in my hands
Searching for some bullfights
And a place to dance
Every Friday morning
It's time to be happy
Thinking about the weekend
And all of your friends

Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess
Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess