Text: Johnny Flynn. Oh to Eat an Apple.

Jesus Christ eat your apple
It?s raining cats and dogs
If happy go lucky can dance with a girl
Well then, Cain killed his Abel and fox
I?ve been denied of one or two things
And three or four besides
And I?ll suffer you if you look in my eye
Like the moon has its turn on the tides, on the tides

She sits on the front side of the bus like a tea cup
Christening glass with her gaze
And I?m right behind watching her with my knees up
And stretching the time with my ways
I like the rivers in cities
They?ve always been there you see
I like the feeling of falling through time
And that?s what the rivers can be to me

I never knew you an instant
But I knew you the instant I saw
That the river went by and you cast it your eye
And we weren?t on the bus anymore
I hate the feelings of guilt that I get
When I?m alone or in crowds
Then I?m with friends and it?s fine once again
And it?s not such a sin to be proud