You put a bowl of sliced fruit in my hand As I grow older, I'll try to understand All the things, all the wings you built for me I flew a little bit too close to the sun Sweet Daedalus, I tasted freedom I succumbed To the heat of marching to my own beat One day I'll find an apple to skin and cut To the core until I feel enough for you Someday I'll be the one that calls you everyday Just to hear your voice echo from miles away You cut into your heart Save me the best part Cookie jar not so far from my reaching arms You ate the bitter fruit Sliced your hurt in two Divide it up, measuring cup One for my brother too Apples and oranges cannot be compared You peel them both with indiscriminate care Without a thought to the time you may have lost One day I'll find an apple to skin and cut To the core until I feel enough for you Someday I'll be the one that calls you everyday Just to hear your voice echo from miles away You cut into your heart Save me the best part Cookie jar not so far from my reaching arms You ate the bitter fruit Sliced your hurt in two Divide it up, measuring cup One for my brother too You cut into your heart Save me the best part Cookie jar not so far from my reaching arms You ate the bitter fruit Sliced your hurt in two Divide it up, measuring cup One for my brother too