Predator
Curt Kirkwood
This rendered me silent
Tuneless, only petrified
Roads leading to nowhere
Twisting through it's silver hair
In time I got me the lucky right
To see it in an apple light
I'll always remember right
To see it in an apple light
Sleep, asleep in an old chair
Stupor of another time
Thoughts circling nowhere
Captured in a bed of lime
Once while I was watching
Something got a piece of me
Now, now I can tell you
Why I am incomplete
Now the predator is in sight
It sees me in an apple light
I'll always remember right
To see it in an apple light