Appletree Boulevard - Badly Drawn Boy

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

Oh 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