Mayor of Donutville - Apples Lyrics

The hands abandon me, shake down the apple tree
The hands turn stories into legends and heroes
The fingers claw away, click through another day
Fall down the hourglass well into quicksand
But time shoots the arrow through the apple on the boy's head
And time steals equations from falling apples, woken from its sleep
The shadow's cutting trace across stone and metal face
A marble monument to a day gone
At night, the archer's bow draws back a tired arrow
A shining pendulum twists above us
But time shoots the arrow through the apple on the boy's head
And time steals equations from falling apples, woken from its sleep
Time scatters seeds 'round, planting nations where the forest grows