Still life, refracted light from the backs of your eyelids.
You'd eat your stomach out.
Where's your pride when you need it.
Sad bright eyes
Are cherry blossoms.
Your true love
Will never wake up
Sad bright eyes
Are cherry blossoms.
Your true love
Will never wake up
Ultra violence, with not a bit of Stockholm Syndrome.
You'd be free now.
You dilletante, you went and crossed your heart.
Sad bright eyes
Are cherry blossoms.
Your true love
Will never wake up
Sad bright eyes
Are cherry blossoms.
Your true love
Will never wake up
It was in a dream,
I melted into green.
You'll never reflect them again.
Cherry Blossom.
Cross your heart and hope to die.
