Paint Me The Sky (song)

Make me the sun,
Paint me the sky.
I don't want a song--
I dont ask for "why's".

Make me something with love,
Build me something nice.
I dont need a dove;
I don't want a prize.

My heart is a child
As you can see.
And It makes me smile;
What you want from me.

What I want from you
Is plain to see.
I want your honey dew,
And apple tree.

I want your smiles,
I want your keys;
To open doors
That lead to me.

Paint me the sun
Watch on the sky.
I'll turn and run,
With you; so high.