Lyrics

About a wasteland
Where workin' hard for mom and pop
Is ageless cameras
Clickin' time to see him drop
Into a bucket, another well-kept mind
Who'd of thought some apple tree would be this kind

Alone at daybreak
Laughing in the morning rain
Manufactured 'til the infant sun
Begins his reign
Settled on snakes and
Biting sun-supported food
He cannot shake her,
Her with her superior view
Lone, warm comfortable rain
Only rain feeds all seeds the same
Lone, warm comfortable rain
Falling off the branches of some apple trees
Falling off the branches of some apple trees

How could they have known all that this means?
They never said much or so it seems
How could they have known all that this means?
Staring at some apples reining trees and leaves
Staring as some apples rein their trees and leaves

Behold them, children
Run into a walking stop
Ancient lens, click in time to see 'em drop
Into a bucket with perverted minds
Who'd have thought some apple tree could be this kind?
Who'd have thought some apple tree would be this kind?