Song | Fresh Cherries in Trinidad |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | The Hound Chronicles and Hot Garden Stomp |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
when I woke up on saturday and you came in | |
you brought the sunlight in | |
I felt sleep slipping away from me | |
I feel things occasionally like this | |
fresh cherries | |
hanging from your fingers | |
when the water on the window let the sunlight through | |
and I got a good look at you | |
standing above me bright and tall | |
there are no words for it | |
there are no words at all | |
I saw | |
fresh cherries | |
hanging from your fingers |