RPC (Regency Potatoe Chip)

lyrics by J.L. Fawke

You've got an edge of sweetest salt
it isn't anybody's fault
(don't remember how to pray)
the heartbeat tumult of unrest
You spell your name across my chest
(can't be forced to look away)

[chorus]
ruby red apples buried deep underground
wisdom and sin under layers of sound
nobody knows me the way that You do
slice me up, baby, make my dreams come true

the colour of je ne sais quoi
beneath my eyelids rubs me raw
(won't fade under light of day)
feted, fated, bound to You
that sting of salt deep in the wound
(can't hear words that we won't say)

[chorus]
ruby red apples buried deep underground
wisdom and sin under layers of sound
nobody knows me the way that You do
slice me up, baby, make my dreams come true

[bridge]
got to have you in my head
in my mouth
and in my bed
no matter what the doctor said
cut me just to see me bled
(running vines of finest, richest red)

You've got that edge of sweet assault
(ruby red apples)
and it isn't anybody's fault
(wisdom and sin)
so when all is said and done--
bet that you can't have just one
bet that you can't have just one
(slice me up, baby)
bet that you can't have just one
(make my dreams come true)

[guitar and fade]

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