Why a picture Is it all too false The shepherd gathers in Voices from the darkness Bleeding from lonely mountains They are more quiet at day Sight in the sun Live and survive The tale is not weary...
In the middle of an apple orchard There's a small boy Watching bees in the blossoms In the middle of an apple orchard There's two boys Climbing trees In the middle of an apple orchard There's six boys...
You can stop now
Cause I don't want none of that gibberish
Yes, you can stop now
I don't want your playing around
Well you can stop now
I don't want your morality
Stop