Mountain Goats, The
Fresh Cherries In Trinidad
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
From Letras Mania