My cherry, your hair is on fire.
My city called this house was built to last a while (?)
I dream of all the thousand different ways I have to make you glow.
By the sea I buy you silver and runes (?)
Beneath the sun I watched you swim all afternoon.
Dream of all the thousand different ways I have to make you float.
Another night inside my room.
As foretold, the hours bloom.
And did those bells play your favourite song my love, did they?
All the bad jokes over dinner set for two.
I grip your waist and kiss your face beneath the moon.
I dream of all the thousand different ways I have to make you mine.
And did those bells play your favourite song my love, did they?
My cherry, you swear the music's growing tired.
You read by sight, you learned all this from high school choir.
Dream of all the thousand different ways I have tried to bring you home (?)


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