Cherry Songtext
von Cherry

Put your clothes on and we′ll go outside
So much snow now you can't even see the hay first house
And oh my god, she won′t even look at me
As we pull our sleds to the little hill noiselessly
Her face was rosy red like a cherry
Can you feel it? There's nothing we don't know All the times in my head, in my room all alone but now it′s real
And here we go sliding down the icy slope
But her hands move from mine, in her mind all along to become free
And she twisted my neck so suddenly I didn′t even know
In the snow, little drops of blood like cherry
In the snow, little drops of blood like cherry