Apple – Cat Jahnke – Dance Moms – letras

I picked an apple for you to sayI love you, I need you, I want you to stayI placed it up high on my shelf for a dayAnd longed for a bite as it rotted awayIt goes, it goes, it just goes to showsThat anything can happenOh woes, woes, pile up to your nose’Cause good enough just isn’t good enoughA brush and a comb and a mirror and bladeA horse and a cart and a river and gladeEvery note, every voice, every song ever playedAll collected and lovingly at your feet laidI’ll kiss your closed eyes so the love will not showI’ll bask in your radiance that dulls the sun’s glowI’ll sing so softly that no air will blowAnd no one will knowAnd no one will knowIt goes, it goes, it just goes to showsThat anything can happenOh woes, woes, pile up to your nose’Cause good enough just isn’t good enoughIf you would but ask I could turn myself blueBy pausing the rhythm that pushes blood throughOr I’d stoke up the fire, blush a blazing red hueFor I gave you my heart and it pulses for youIt goes, it goes, it just goes to showsThat anything can happenOh woes, woes, pile up to your nose’Cause good enough just isn’t good enough