You are my apple and I have a keen eye
on the top of this castle
where I can see all the kites fly
we climbed this stone with nothing but some
balloons and our fingers
now we eat fruit pies
as though we might never need to do the dishes.
Words are hardly spoken but I have started to draw
you pictures with blonde sands and blue skies
and few little fishes
I can hear you dream even if I am in the kitchen
I do up your buttons because you give me kisses