Songtexte:
White Apple Tree Broken Bones

go to Rome I Won't tell anyone about your broken bones No ah We wont stop until the moment we are forced I Won't tell anyone about your broken bones

the city It's rambling old house with a big apple tree With a swing for the kid and a hammock for me. (The mood is broken as a number of GIRLS, dressed

girl And beef with the world He had a bone to pick That's why my dome was sick It rubbed off on me Because the apple don't fall far from the tree g You