I'm just a little man
I need a fertile hand
Did you really think I was sleeping?
In the alley where the apple's slinking?
I do think my face is stained again
Green as you
Born from sweet idols
Given sweet rifle
In chains to a running breeze
Looking just like she
Did you really think I was sleeping?
In the alley where the apple's slinking?
I do think my face is stained again
Green as you
Noticed them beside me
Had to be eternity
All crawling towards a murky flight
Don't even see why
Did you really think I was sleeping?
In the alley where the apple's slinking?
I do think my face is stained again
Green as you
When there's sleep there's her mourning
For the great empty story
Faith forms a long silk veil
Tears form an evening trail
Cause there never really was any sleeping
In the alley where the apple's slinking
I do think my face is stained again
Green as you
No time for soul