A part of you left the room. I am left talkin' to the apple. She comes to me when I dream. I'm tired of counting sheep to see her. I sleep because I need her.
She was acting pretty, thought she owned the city. Someone should have told her pretty ain't a job. Now she begs for money, no one calls her honey. As she bothers shoppers in the parking lot.
Took you in the vineyard a couple hours after, I met you. Didn't need my passport, said I'd let you keep it forever. I hardly knew a thing about you. I got lost in Cape Town, in Cape Town.