Little May Lyrics

Little May - Apples

I'm trying to find something to hold onto
I'm running out of black ink, can you lend me some?
Just lock it down and hold it 'til it's not breathing

I heard that you have been studying your art
Well, I hope that you have found your home
It seems fitting that you went and blacklisted me
Because, thank God, I think I've found my own

I'm running out of apples, can you give me some?
Money I will pay you back if I get the chance
I guarantee my profit will go to you
A profit I haven't seen before

I wish to be governed by something else
I can't hold your hand while you wash away our dreams
And it's been pissing down in Sydney for three weeks
But oh thank God, it doesn't feel so alone

I'm running out of apples, can you give me some?
Money I will pay you back if I get the chance
I guarantee my profit will go to you
A profit I haven't seen before

I'm running out of apples, can you give me some?
Money I will pay you back if I get the chance
I guarantee my profit will go to you
A profit I haven't seen before

Written by:
Elizabeth May Drummond, Hannah Lee Field

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