Apple

歌詞

I could live by the river with both of my feet in the blues Re-organize nature while I compartmentalize the sky, too I could do what I do And the rest of the world would have to pretend like they knew With my roots in the water Like some cigarette cellophane tooth The heat in my head that would boil in your bed And pull me into you I could fill up the room with these things I been thinking about you It's true.