On trees The apples freeze With the weathers change Trudging through with lake leaves The blue skys turn to grey And the sun is a ghost You were there by my side Said you'd never leave I'll be fine as the lords design The way you lie to me is my favorite thing about you Cause without a bit of magic Well there's nothing but the truth I called the shots Made the plays Till you came around and stole my flame girl Well i lack a life Breathing slow Looking round for a way out these chains Pass the creak at the forest edge In a field we rode the stones Made a shrine to the summer time but now its filled with snow And the home of a world In the night i have spotted looking in on me I bet in its head its plots the death of all humanity And the things that we build for ourselves Cause we know without magic Heaven would be hell You called the shots, made the plays Till i came around and stole your flame girl Now you're a lack of life Breathing slow Looking round for a way of of these chains Oh ooh ooh Well I ain't ever gonna change You ain't ever gonna change Cause on the tree The nectarines Dripping with that sunshine So ripe, it's overripe, it's grape vines, it's alcohol in January Breathing slow is necessary the bottle of that moonshine We could have a good time in the winter with you