I met you under sunflowers
Apple in your hand
That you held beside your dress
The same color as your skin
Your flesh it flushed majestic
Your serpent reeled me in
As I lusted in a fiery quicksand
I studied you in fervor
Your lunar crescent smile
And medallion that was golden
As the sun was bearing down
On your shoulders
I filled my cup with water from the fountain
Where I thought we'd never get old
Your vision would defeat me as it flowed over the brim
Possessed by autumn essence and your adolescent whims
But the child in your heart seemed to draw me in her gaze
As I caught some fairy wood nymph red-handed
Oh Sarah
I want you
Sarah
I want you
Guide me to that bright red morning moon
Well speaking just for me and my brand new rose colored shades
With a needle in my eye you were just a thousand miles away
I was like some wounded child you were just a needle in the hay
By the stables where your wild horse strayed
I couldn't get much further from you lying underneath the stalls
Near the shadows looking for all that gold you hid around
Digging over boulders and through all those heaping piles
For your glorious crown of thorns
Well autumn came around
Nostalgia's temptress was in exile
That's when you showed your face like the neglected red-haired stepchild
But there's something that you do that makes me long for paradise
As if I could worm my way into your appled eye
Oh Sarah
I want you
Sarah
I want you
Guide me to that bright red morning moon