Letra de Apples

You change from winter to the spring
While I am sleeping
Beneath these apple trees of sorrow
Grown for me

I read the letters in your pocket
They says you're starving now
It's usually reckless to write something we don't mean

I could sit days but you wouldn't care
I see those carvings in the tree we share
I know that it is all of the moments
That I spend with you
I suddenly feel that none of them were true