Apple Sugar Cider lyrics

Song information

Artist: Facing New York
Album: Facing New York

Lyrics

Oakland, winter, quiet night
This might be my favorite time

The house is silent, the room is red
Baby, can we go to bed?

And I know
I don't think we could be together
And I know
I shouldn't say we could be together

Brush my teeth and slip inside
Where we may lose track of time

Moon lights your face barely blue
Apple sugar cider with you

Apple sugar cider
No wood to start fire
Apple sugar cider
No match, no spark, or lighter
Apple sugar cider
No heat, no touch, I'm tired