Appletree Boulevard

Deep inside of me are the seeds of truth

From the apple tree boulevard

The essence of my ideas come when the fruit twists

And falls like tears to the ground

And the sands of time, how they blur

The edges of our dreams

Oh, this island breeze ruminates down rivers

Back from the seas which surround

This place that we called our home

That is no longer the pleasuredome it once was

Oh, the sands of time, how they blur

The edges of our dreams

Snow falls in springtime

I'm happy to leave you what once was all mine

Oh, the sands of time, how they blur

The edges of our dreams

The sands of time, how they blur

The edges of our dreams

Deep inside of me are the seeds of truth

From the apple tree boulevard

The essence of my ideas come when the fruit twists

And falls like tears to the ground