Testo di White Apple

In shadow, in dark, In cold wind, open up your heart. 'cause time brushes your face And one loved them - every new shape. One loved them for what could not get left behind or washed away. Some were seasons, some just days. I'm bringing nothing with me i mean to save: This faint sweetness, this wick of light, This white apple full of bites. A white apple full of what has slipped away from me; Full of flesh sweet as memory; Full of hope grown from a fallen tree; Full of a life i can't just let myself believe. So if i haunt you, if i do, If my shadow leans up on you to, No good intentions or ways i talk. I'll just leave a light lit for you to walk. I'll leave a light lit for you to walk.