| I am drunk on your apples I am drunk on your wine on the fruit of the springtime on the flowers divine and the first time I wondered and the last time I knew all the gifts we were given we could give back to you and the real cannot accompany me where I go and I will be coming home again and the real cannot accompany me where I go I am never far from home, from you I am drunk on your apples I am drunk on your wine on the fruit of the springtime on the flowers divine and the first time I wondered and the last time I knew all the gifts we were given we could give back to you and the real cannot accompany me anymore we are lost inside the world tonight and the real cannot accompany me anymore when to tell the truth is not to make it right I am drunk on your apples I am drunk on your wine on the fruit of the springtime on the flowers divine and the first time I wondered and the last time I knew all the gifts we were given we could give back to you... |