Apple Of My Eye

Run rabbit, run
Run rabbit, run
Run rabbit, run
Run... rabbit

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