The white apple

She’s high on distaste again

She thinks it’s a waste again

White capped mountains filled with snow

Melt into her with indigo

She’ll change her mind

When the wind blows

She’s on display again

At the top of her game again

Blue wrapped presents filled with tears

Melt into her and disappear

It doesn’t mean a thing

Her minds not here

White noise (x4)

Screaming in my ears

Well this is the sound of being alone

White noise (x4)

Screaming in my ears

While this is the sound of being alone

This is the sound of being alone

This is the sound of being alone

She waited for a glass slipper

But it never came

And Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Became her pseudonym

She wished on the skies

For kaleidoscope eyes

To replace all the lies

She was seeing

She got lost in her mind

She was hoping to find

A way back in time

To keep dreaming

She though it could be different

Even for a moment

She waited for the apple

But it had turned…

White

It turned white

Let me go (x8)

This is the sound of being alone

She was screaming

Let me go

She was screaming

Let me go

But she’s high on distaste again

She thinks it’s a waste again