White Apple - Blind Pilot

In shadow, in dark

In cold wind, open up your heart

'Cause time brushes your face

And one loved them — every new shape

One loved them for what could not get left behind or washed away

Some were seasons, some just days

I’m bringing nothing with me I mean to save:

This faint sweetness, this wick of light

This white apple full of bites

A white apple full of what has slipped away from me;

Full of flesh sweet as memory;

Full of hope grown from a fallen tree;

Full of a life I can’t just let myself believe

So if I haunt you, if I do

If my shadow leans up on you to

No good intentions or ways I talk

I’ll just leave a light lit for you to walk

I’ll leave a light lit for you to walk