Poach a soul and stick it on with glue

I'd pick a pocket just for you
poach a soul and stick it on with glue
and while i'm in the mood
I'll steal a carriage built of gold for two

Sculpt the world so it looks brand new
as only the finest for you will do
bury the rogues who then try to
block the path we want to use

we'll watch the finest flowers bloom
and swim in oceans cyrstal blue
and frolic in a land thats true
it's yours and mine we'll pick and choose

and when i'm done and finally through
i'll lay down just beside you
i'll kiss the ground and with no sound
i'll shut my eyes and count forever