Why does the weight of this shadow
Have a hold over me
Memories they linger in meadows
Under porcelin trees
Why must they say that the apple
Wont fall far from the tree
Lay down a bed for the others
And we can plant some new seeds
Why does the weight of this shadow
Have a hold over me
Memories they linger in meadows
Under porcelin trees
Why must they say that the apple
Wont fall far from the tree
Lay down a bed for the others
And we can plant some new seeds