Today's the first day of the apples   I'm letting it all slip away   In the end, nothing much else can happen   On apple day   The years, I've found, have passed without pain   And settled into the backdrop   Like last spring's rain   And screams from the hilltop      Today's the first day of the apples   I'm lying far from the orchard   Stupid white men, it always rankles   From the mouths of babes, its so hard   You wanna know why i'm acting dead in the water?   Answer me that and you'll drown my questions   Stone cold paving that feels so much better   On the tops of mountains without any suggestions      Plan it out   On an O.S. map, its a suicide trap, yeah   Go through   The gap of the North-West, its a suicide quest, yeah      Today's the last day of the apples   In the west lie crimson flames   Summers over and nothing left matters   Just dying whispers of self-same names   I cannot wait to run through the basket   Of steaming rock and viridian ways   Ride the ocean, smile at what makes you forget   The memories of old, unimportant ways