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Honey sweet apples, they're rotting away
Millions of people never start in the race
There's stuff on our plates that has not been alive
Someone pays full price for my cheap flight life
Sunshine, we all see the same sky
I am a man filled with longing desire
The gifts of creation are ready for hire
A look and a label is all I require
Enough's not enough, I never ask why
Sunshine, we all see the same sky
Looking, learning, asking the same why?
Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away
Millions of people never start in the race
There's stuff on our plates that has not been alive
Someone else pays the real price of my cheap flight life
Wheel of fortune spins
But the wheels on fire come crashing on you
Honey sweet apples, they're rotting away
Sunshine, we all see the same sky
Looking, learning, asking the same why?
Sunshine, we all see the same sky
- Album:
- Girls in Peacetime Want to Dance
- Live 2015
- The Third Eye Centre
- Late Night Tales 2
- Miscellaneous
- The Life Pursuit
- Dear Catastrophe Waitress
- Storytelling
- Jonathan David
- Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant
- Lazy Line Painter Jane
- Legal Man
- Tigermilk
- The Boy With The Arab Strap
- This Is Just A Modern Rock Song
- Dog On Wheels
- BCC Sessions
- Non-Album Releases
- On Girls In Peacetime Want To Dance
- The BBC Sessions: Live In Belfast 2001 (Bonus Version)