It was a Sunday
We stripped a tree
It was always about me
We’re getting too close together
We’re getting too close
Erased the laughs all off from your face
And I'm wondering how
I look to you now
Litters overgrown
Is always overcome
And again modified winged plum
Do you feel
Cherrystones
In her bones
It’s okay to sleep again
Do you feel
Cherrystones
In her bones
