Twin Lakes

Held my breath to help my head flicker off

And woke up on a floor

Of clean marble white

An apple tree

Grows ripe there for me

The roots splinter through the seams

And I could feel him there that day

In awe of his might, I cry

And I would say the fruit was fine

A simple gift that's always mine

And I would say the fruit was fine

A simple gift that's always mine

And there for those

Who stop to look

The gaze falls away

It's underneath your eyes