Lyrics
Head full of bad weather
My thunder rings loudly
And drowns out the clamor
Of those who surround me
I'm always the worm
Who loved the apple so much, it died there
Not knowing that outside
It would be helpless and crawling
Face full of rainwater
Now I am contented
Always the first waters
They were my protection
I'm always the worm
Who loved the apple so much, it died there
Not knowing that outside
It would be helpless and crawling
