You are naked    standing at the other end of this    poison arrow    I am William tell    and you are the girl with the golden apple    and you are hungry to be swept off your feet    you wanna do this out in the open    but my aim is often weak    and you fear my shoulders sloping    your split ends will end up falling anyway    before the weight of the apple world    gets to turn them all grey    and your eyes they need    calming down       well you are wise    and you are free    to let the apple touch the ground    or keep it standing tall    cause this won't hurt at all       you are half asleep    you're half of a girl    and half of a child    maybe five feet deep    you're as tall as the world    up to your eyes    and you've been hogging all the sheets    often balling them up    even drawing a line    and spending half of your time    deciding to roll over    when you do    I'll be there with a smile    expanding far and wide    and i pull you in much closer    in my dreams you are queen of the ball    and sometimes you off my head    well to me it's a happy ending    for you I'd fall    cause that wouldn't hurt at all    not at all       while this woman is sleeping here   i tell her what i can't if i were to wake her   powerful but hardly will she ever hear the,   the secrets I've saved up      well you are famous indeed    for all your shyness    ain't that sweet    ain't this a fine mess    we're in so deep    i must've got lost in the process    just let things be easy    and an honest boy you've made me    because the solice that you gave me    was proven problems ain't the main thing to fall apart    the archers sloping shoulders    well any story's tale is tall   thus reminding love is allegorical   i mean the goal here after all    is not to hurt at all