Apple Songtext
von Braids

I′ve never wanted to give someone the most beautiful piano
I've never wanted to give someone the most beautiful piano
Spend all my money on you
Spend all my money on you
Spend all my money on you
Spend all my money on you
I hear you play, late on a Monday
Late on a Monday

As un-straight as the line I carve through my body
When trying to center myself
The center line, third eye, to the pelvic floor line
Has my heart ever felt this full line?
As un-straight as the line I carve through my body
When trying to center myself
The center line, third eye, to the pelvic floor line
Has my heart ever felt this full line?


Late on a Monday
Late on a Monday
Late on a Monday
Spend all my money on you, baby

My apple
My apple
My apple

Late on a Monday
Late on a Monday

Only when looking up to my Mother
Before I knew words to describe pain
My humming along, notes to describe loss
No longer relevant, in this moment is not relevant
To feel tenderness in its entirety in silence across the room

Staring at you, my apple
Staring at you, my apple
Spend all my money on you
Staring at you, my apple
Staring at you, my apple
Staring at you, my apple
Staring at you, my apple
Staring at you, my apple