Yearbook Committee - Apples lyrics

[Verse 1] Winding through suburbia Upon these poisoned greens Everyone is happy, everyone is free Everyone is tortured by materials and schemes They are blind, they are blind They are blind [Verse 2] Like the Santa Maria You'll find your ship will sink in time Whether Heaven or Nirvana When the heart it becomes cold I hope the apple trees are so old They bear fruit that tastes like wine I won't mind, I won't mind I won't mind [Verse 3] Laugh at life's absurdities Each storm will pa** in time Persevere on through the darkness Both real and in your mind You'll do fine, you'll do fine You'll do fine You'll do fine, you'll do fine You'll do fine