I went down among the dust and pollen
to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn
underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children
they were there and then they were gone

and i wonder what became of them
what became of them

sunlight over me no matter what i do
apples in the Summer are golden sweet
everyday a [bad word] 

I'm not one to ever pray for mercy
or to wish on pennies n the fountain or the shrine
but that day you know i left my money
and i thought of you only
all that copper glowing fine

and i wonder what [bad word] of you
what became of you

Sunlight over me no matter what i do
apples in the summer are golden sweet
everyday a [bad word] 
apples in the summer are golden sweet
everyday a [bad word] 

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In the morning waking up to terrible sunlight
all diffuse like skin abuse the sun is half its size
when you talk you hardly even look in my eyes
in the morning, in the morning

In the doorway holding every letter that I wrote
in the driveway pulling away putting on your coat
in the ocean washing off my name from your throat
in the morning, in the morning

in the ocean washing off my name from your throat
in the morning, in the morning