If we were kids again
We'd hang out almost every day
Running through woods at dawn
And finding the magic in things
And you'd help me climb the trees
Pulling me up to the top of the branches
You'd open your book to read
The story that felt like we were already in
Where you're the king of the apple trees
In the orchard where I'd come to eat
But we'd pull the wings off bees
To build a bed at the top of the barn
And humming through gra** we'd sing
Out in the fields with the wind in our ears
Where nights are long but in the day
You'd paint and I'd write about outer space
Where I'm the queen of the creek
And the banks where you would come to drink
Swimming through birch and bark
I'd tell you my secrets of how I can fly
And I'll show you how tonight
Over bread and some white wine on ice
So I'll draw a bath and we'll cram in
And we'll write this story as in begins
Where I'm the queen of those apple trees
By the banks where we would go to eat
And on the bus we're still living
In the pages of our book that we have written
And as if the wheels have turned to wings
We'll travel back to our world filled with birch trees
And broken barns