Rotten Apples of the Sun

Sitting, looking at myself,
staring at what's on the shelf
trying hard to face the facts,
to far gone I can't look back

through my window shines the sun,
early springtime tries to come
trying hard to push this way,
through the smoke it's here to stay

be a smart man to stop now,
caught in quicksand, can't explain how
find the way to escape from,
rotten apples of the sun

Sitting, looking at myself,
staring at what's on the shelf
trying hard to face the facts,
to far gone I can't come back

be a smart man to stop now,
caught in quicksand, can't explain how
find the way to escape from,
rotten apples of the sun