Lyrics
Wild Apples, a seed to be sure --
The innocence raced out of her
It's a serpent in gentleman's clothes
A story that everyone knows
Grace and luck wait for us
In silver cups --
I made it up, I made it up, I made it up,
So long, Angeles
In the mirror there's money and fame
She thought you'd remember her name
It's a serpent, it's locked in a vault --
Truth is it's glass on a wall.
Hopes and dreams do come true
They wait for you --
I made it up, I made it up, I made it up,
So long, Angeles
The garden is vast and wild to the meek
With nothing to eat.
I'll be your sacrifice --
The serpent will force you to feed
The serpent will force you to feed
The serpent will force you to feed
Grace and luck wait for us
In silver cups --
I made it up, I made it up, I made it up,
So long, Angeles
Grace and luck -- they wait for us
So long, Angeles