Apples

Apples - Little May

Lyrics by：Elizabeth Drummond/Hannah Field

Composed by：Elizabeth Drummond/Hannah Field

I'm trying to find something to hold onto

I'm running out of breath can can you lend me some

Just lock it down and hold it till it's not breathing

I've heard that you've been studying your art

Well I hope that you have found your home

It seems fitting that you went and got cristin

We could say that 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 are sharing our dreams

And it's been pissing down in Sydney for three weeks

And oh thank God it doesn't feel so long

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