Apple Bed — текст песни (Sparklehorse)

Of horses wet

With melted ice

They would not heed

My advice

And burdened limbs

Of its weight

To break and rot

A whispered fate



Please

Doctor, please



Around me

In a bloody sea

To breach the hive

And smoke the bees

You can be my friend

You can be my dog

You can be my life

You can be my fog



Please

Doctor, please



The witches will return to their sticky tree knots

I will feel the sun

I will feel the sun

I will feel the sun coming down



I wish I had

A horses head

A tigers heart

An apple bed