See You at Home

We begin at the end
But it doesn't mean we shouldn't write
There are pages to fill
And I aim to lift my pen tonight
So please stop walking away

We're playing with fire
And we fan, with both hands, the flame
Are we ready to run?
With heat like this, is "ready" even a thing?
Did you have something to say?

These stones are the apples of our love
You can't replace a fruit once you've plucked it
You've got a decision to make
Take a bite or relax your fingers

I've settled into this laid back
Watching-how-the-leaves-turn groove
I'd walk the most perilous path
Just so long as it ends with you
But will I walk it alone?
Should I walk it alone?

I see it every day...
Overlooking our fruited trees
My fingers braid into yours
I hope to know such a quiet peace
Will I see you at home?

These stones are the apples of our love
You can't replace a fruit once you've plucked it
You've got a decision to make
Take a bite or relax your fingers

Ease into the dream, please
Into the dream
And wild imaginations run
Let go of the fears that you hold
Wear it all on your sleeve
Bare it all on your sleeve
Make your worries and mine one
Make your worries and mine one