Deep inside of me
Are the seeds of truth
From the apple tree boulevard
The essence of my ideas
Come when the fruit twists

And falls like tears
To the ground

And the sands of time
How they blur
The edges of our dreams

Oh this island breeze
Ruminates down rivers
Back from the seas
Which surround
This place that we called our home
That is no longer the pleasuredome
It once was

Oh the sands of time
How they blur
The edges of our dreams

Snow falls in springtime
I’m happy to leave you
What once was all mine

Oh the sands of time
How they blur
The edges of our dreams

Oh the sands of time
How they blur
The edges of our dreams

Deep inside of me
Are the seeds of truth
From the apple tree boulevard
The essence of my ideas
Come when the fruit twists

And falls like tears
To the ground