Alamo Race Track - Apples lyrics

Little, little insect on tip of my pin While I was spelling out the future on paper lying next to me I'm here cause the apples and apples to be plucked in the after-noon Oh human like trees in the garden, watching me, watching, watching, watching me I'm outside in an army coat and a bill cap that belongs to my father I fight every breath of the howling wind, I clutch myself to the ladder I steal them apples, I clean the garden They might be angry or relieved of the sediment (I've got them, I've got, I've got / We place them in buckets, we place them in buckets We place them in buckets, we place them in buckets, we place them in buckets We place them in buckets) [X2] We got hope for the the future, sometimes I can't see for days Sometimes my name is estrange We got hope leading nowhere, going nowhere We got hope for the future / We got hope for the the future, sometimes I can't see for days Sometimes my name is estrange We got hope going nowhere, going nowhere Little, little insect on tip of my pen While I was spelling out the future on paper lying next to me