Honey’d sweet apples they’re rotting away. Millions of people never start in the race. There’s stuff on out plates that has not been alive. Someone pays full price for my cheap flight life. “Sunshine we all see the same sky”. I am a man filled with longing desire. The gifts of creation are ready for hire. A look and a label are all I require. Enough’s not enough I never ask why. “Sunshine we all see the same sky. Looking learning asking the same ‘why?’”. Honey’d sweet apples they’re rotting away. Millions of people never start in the race. There’s stuff on out plates that has not been alive. Someone else pays the real price of my cheap flight life. Wheel of fortune spins. But the wheels on fire come crashing on you. Honey’d sweet apples they’re rotting away. “Sunshine we all see the same sky. Looking learning asking the same ‘why?’. Sunshine we all see the same sky”