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
You are hungry to be swept off your feet
You want to 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 standing tall
This won't hurt at all

You are half asleep
You're half of a girl, 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 there with a smile
Expanding far and wide
And I'll pull you in much closer
In my dreams you are queen of the ball
And sometimes you off my head
But to me that'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 define but I wake her

Powerful but hardly will she ever hear them
The secrets that I've saved up

You are famous, indeed
For all your shyness
Ain't that sweet
Now ain't this a fine mess
We're in so deep
I must have got lost in the process

Just let things be easy
And an honest boy you've made me
Because the solace that you gave me
Was proven problems ain't the main thing to fall upon
The archer's 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