So she ate a poison apple
From the burning tree
It embarked a strange flavour
But that ain’t the story for me
Even if my hair caught fire
And smoke ran through the streets
A woman’s desire is sometimes
Just to have something to eat

I won’t miss you
If it takes over a month to kiss you
Don’t keep me waiting for escape
Because I ain’t got money for a glass coffin
And my little helpers have unionised
On the other side of the crane

Dangle me a red grape
But it might be too late
To see how things in the factory of dreams are made
Characters and scenes
New saints and their sins
As we learn to be made and know who to blame