• one, two, three
    counting out the signs we see
    the tall buildings
    fading in the distance
    only dots on a map
    four five six
    the two of us a perfect fit
    youre all mine all mine

    and all I can say
    is you blow me away

    like an apple on a tree
    hiding out behind the leaves
    I was difficult to reach
    but you picked me
    like a shell upon a beach
    just another pretty piece
    I was difficult to see
    but you picked me,
    yeah you picked me

    so softly,
    rain against the windows
    and the strong coffee
    warming up my fingers
    in this fishermans house
    you got me,
    searched the sand
    and climbed the tree
    and brought me back down

    and all I can say
    is you blow me away

    like an apple on a tree
    hiding out behind the leaves
    I was difficult to reach
    but you picked me
    like a shell upon a beach
    just another pretty piece
    I was difficult to see
    but you picked me, yeah you picked me