Lyrics
Early in the morning
But it feels like purgatory
Every building in the city catches fire at the same time
The bugs go back to their roaring
Boy next to girl, girl next to me
What a good apple that falls from that tree
What a good nose that breaks on my knee
What a sweet rage that takes over me, over me
What a good apple that falls from that tree
Overbearing forgiveness
Am I too big for my britches?
I can see it in your eyes
That now the days loved have gone by
Boy next to girl, girl next to me
What a good apple that falls from that tree