Fog rolling in under a worried sky I wish I could paint the view A drag of the air before I go inside Get out of the CO2 We're shivering out on the fire escape Straining to see the parade Your sister brought a bottle of Beaujolais Hallucinogens and charades We'll throw roses on the wreckage from the cheap seats We'll throw roses on the wreckage from the cheap seats Roots breaking through the concrete cracks My laces keep coming undone We cut through the park with our hands clutched tight We squint through the winter sun A fistfight pours out from the corner bar Like a gaggle of rabid raccoons The city splayed out with her legs spread wide Sounds like a Gershwin tune We'll throw roses on the wreckage from the cheap seats We'll throw roses on the wreckage from the cheap seats ♪ Take one last bite of this old rotten apple And ride out to the country with me Take one last bite of this old rotten apple And ride out to the country with me Let's take one last bite of this old rotten apple And ride out to the country with me Let's take one last bite of this old rotten apple And ride out to the country with me To the country with me