Текстове на песни: David Thomas Broughton. Another Hole.

:
long for another night
another hole in my kite
and i'm going to fall from the sky

pray for a safe crossing
all this turning, all this tossing
climb the cliffs and wave goodbye


what kind of apple makes this pie taste so sweet?
what kind of apple makes this pie taste so sweet?
it's the sugar, she said, in her condescending way
it's the sugar, don't you know, you fool?

the best idea i ever had:
pretend what i did i didn't do