Apple - Saturday Looks Good To Me

I could live by the river with both of my feet in the blues

Re-organize nature while I compartmentalize the sky, too

I could do what I do

And the rest of the world would have to pretend like they knew

With my roots in the water

Like some cigarette cellophane tooth

The heat in my head that would boil in your bed

And pull me into you

I could fill up the room with these things I been thinking about you

It’s true