Apple pie in the sky, taste the dusk on your lips
Cinnamon satellites spin, every bite lets us eclipse
Sugar comets collide, spark a whisper in your hair
La-la-la, la-la-la, we’re the frost the night can’t bear
Crust like auroras, flake by flake on my skin
Bake me a galaxy, pull the stars deep within
Two forks, one heartbeat, orbit slow in the dim
La-la-la, la-la-la, let the honeyed heavens swim