Prolific - Blur lyrics

I don't say much, I keep an apple in my eye As a lost soul modern day catcher in the rye So ask a pa**er-by if he's ever had hope And if he knows what it's like to drink with a gla** throat And as the land slopes above the half cracked road It rolls like the strokes of the last van gogh And as those sad black crows cry for a summer's kiss The dew drips softly off your lost lover's lips And suddenly you're back at the start of this riddle And she's there by the broken tree, carving your initials Throwing stones by the water's edge and watching all the ripples Drinking wine, only to throw the bottle to the river And for all this life's but a heart beating in your chest With the world on your shoulders and an evening to confess And all you need is rest, but you're too tired to sleep Let yourself drift away towards the lights in the deep (Echo Murmur) Between the days of love and where the graves are cut There's Hollie drinking raindrops from a paper cup Star spinning in the field with the lady bugs Eyes strange and young face full of angel dust She's a black and white movie in 1923 A theatre with the reel running to the empty seats Pure nothing laughing underneath these open skies Where you can scream as loud as you can and there's no reply Where you can close your eyes, smell the cloves and glide Barefoot through the clover in the lonely night She's your broken bride in her ironed dress Hair spinning in the mist and it's fire red So in autumn Hollie's nothing but the falling leaves Falling free for God a forgotten dream Lost to me, across November bloom Curled up Christ-like in the crescent moon