Mr. Sanity - White Apple Tree

The sex is gone

The nights are cold

And you are right where you need to be Some insignificant retreat

The Spectrum of Complacency

My Televised Transparency

The listless dreams of Sanity

I’ll never let you go I’ll never let you go Oh The yellow cab

Your faithful hand

Calming my uncertainties

Of idiotic policies

The southwest sun

The Ocean Breeze

Should call for slightly shorter sleeves

A vibrant hew of Sanity

I’ll never let you go I’ll never let you go Oh