Paroles de Cherries

Home's temporary Picking cherries to rot To go is to not come back the same All in your hands, b To be happy or not Tell the heathens: See you again Every Friday night Signs. Early warnings Something warming up to done Passing over Like a vision on a dreamless night But it won't anymore You can love me, or don't And I won't poke the ever silent watching eyes Always love you Sometimes I forget to tell you