Apple Of My Eye Lyrics

What started as two, unappreciated

Brewed relations in no way they'd have thought

The rabbit saw the fox which starting the chasing

Lines centuries linked, communications crossed

Defenseless and small, soft to the touch

Apprehensive, yet in awe of her claws that could crush

She sensed very stall and thought it was fun

Like run... rabbit.... run...

Licking her lips right on the heels of hind legs

Ready for a meal, dreaming of how I might taste

Knowing how she feels, I decided to take 

The moon as my guide and let dumb habits come

If I hadn't abated I'd be greater at this

When left alone to choose between a bait and a switch

As chasing ensued, we tasted the fruit

On our way to the moon, where love still exists

If only we'd new better, we'd be better at this

When left alone to choose between a bait and a switch

But as chasing ensued, we tasted the fruit

On our way to the moon where love still exists

The apple of my eye, steel toe in her boot

Let's dust fly, kicking rocks on the moon

When tongue-tied, she loosens the noose

Calling out from inside a telephone booth

The rabbit and the fox, now far from removed

Still the sound of clip-clops radiate from the moon

Our core will never rot, the apple is the proof

As calls are still tried inside a telephone booth

Right in the nick of time as she closed in swiftly

I found a tree to climb onto a limb that fits me

She paced around, eye's shifting 

From an apple laying on the ground to mine… I'm tricky

After reaching safety, our eyes locked

I knocked another down without a sound, time paused

We watched it peel itself, then rot

What I saw next felt like a tragedy I'd caused

There she was just laying there stiff

Rotten cores around her body as if age had taken a skip

I felt the bough break, sever, then split

Knowing her chase was simply to leverage a kiss

If I hadn't abated I'd be greater at this

When left alone to choose between a bait and a switch

As chasing ensued, we tasted the fruit

On our way to the moon, where love still exists

If only I'd knew better, I'd been better at this

I should've let her take my life instead of resisting pursuit

When the fox chases the hare it ain't fair to assume

The dust she now kicks only exists on the moon

The apple of my eye, steel toe in her boot

Let's dust fly, kicking rocks on the moon

When tongue-tied, she loosens the noose

Calling out from inside a telephone booth

The rabbit and the fox, now far from removed

Still the sound of clip-clops radiate from the moon

Our core will never rot, the apple is the proof

As calls are still tried inside a telephone booth