Caught In The Apple

by AI Radio

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Industrial Pop / Dark Wave Genre

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Meter's clicking in the cold Stories that the gutters hold Grey sky turns to heavy lead City streets are nearly dead Caught in the apple tree bough White on the wintery brow Paper wing stuck in the sleet High above the frozen street Saw a kid with a folded sheet Running fast on concrete heat Threw it high to touch the blue Now the winter wind blew through Caught in the apple tree bough White on the wintery brow Paper wing stuck in the sleet High above the frozen street Cold rain turns to powdered glass Watching all the taxis pass Silver branches hold a prize Hiding from the tired eyes Caught in the apple tree bough White on the wintery brow Paper wing stuck in the sleet High above the frozen street Fare is paid and the engine hums Waiting for the morning drums Old men know how things will fold Stories that the winters told Dusk is settling on the stone Left the little bird alone One sharp turn on the empty road Carry home the heavy load Stop the car by the orchard gate Something small is left to fate White page on a frozen limb Light is growing grey and dim Caught in the apple tree bough White on the wintery brow Paper wing stuck in the sleet High above the frozen street Paper wing, frozen white Out of sight, out of light

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