The White Apple

She's high on distaste again
She thinks it's a waste again
White camped 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 at my ears
Well, this is the sound of being alone
White noise (x4)
screaming at my ears
Well, this is the sound of being alone
Well, this is the sound of being alone
Well, 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 thought it could be different, ever for a moment
She waited for the apple, but it had turned white.
(it turned white)

Let me go.

She was screaming "let me go"
She was screaming "let me go"
She's high on distaste again
She thinks it's a waste again