Florence

She could be my little freckled-face fidgeter, me but miniature
Sleeping on the sofa til she tackles and I tickle her, the whisperer
I could be your listener, telling me your stories
But Im showing her a signature, the scribbler
Saying that shes finished but I tell her eat her spinach
And shell see the skys the limit, trust
Cause when were with it I can feel there aint no limit
Just be free, me and my sister, I can see the skies are limitless
I feel her brush her hand across my cheek til I speak
I yawn and say 'Good morning', keep her sweet, squeeze her deep
Til she giggles, starts to wriggle in the sheet
Then she disappears and sweeps me off my feet
I need to eat, Im reminded of the handshakes
Remember that I promised her some pancakes
So I stagger to the stove and start to stand braze
See I make em like my Nan makes
I see you perching on the corner of the weeping window pane
Youre growing up fast just like the flora
The world is yours, come shine or rain
I could be your freckled-face figure, her but bigger
Shelter her from school when all the snitches start to snicker
Ill be sticking with her, hold her close and deeper within her
She would better me reading the recipe while cooking dinner
My little sinner wander walking in the park
Put her to bed and end up talking til its dark
She spins a web and I get caught up in the laugh
I should go but though I know I shouldnt ask
See, my sisters like,'Nah theres one more task'
I aint bored of one, laying with her til the morning come
More begun, Im a warm her like the morning sun
Good morning, Ben, again, we talk until the mornings done
And Im reminded of the handshakes
Remember that I promised her some pancakes
So I stagger to the stove and start to stand braze
See I make em like my Nan makes
I see you perching on the corner of the weeping window pane
Youre growing up fast just like the flora
The world is yours, come shine or rain
Whilst youre here beside me, just know Im only one pancake away
Youll know where to find me
Any time, any place