Sweaters

I want you to be my apple tree
I want you to be my bee hive queen
I want you to be my cable television
Want you to be my electricity

I hope I’ve opened my eyes at the nick of time

And I want love, love, love
And I want love, love, love
And I want love, love, love
And I want love, love, love

I want you to be my stay-inside winter
I want you to be my freeze-dried goods
I want you to be my layers of sweaters
I want us to get lost in the woods
I hope I’ve opened my eyes in the nick of time

I hope I’ve opened my eyes at the nick of time

And I want love, love, love
And I want love, love, love
And I want love, love, love
And I want love, love, love