Silver Apples

Broken radio
Ending of the world
April showers down
On a rusty English Town 

Never can a man be satisfied scratching in the dark
Never can a man be pacified with an arrow in his heart 

Can you work out what it is?
The life we were born to live
Yea, what you get is what you give
In the life we were born to live 

Wake up of you daze
What will you find there?
Sixty million lives
Flash before your eyes