The cherries are rising, uprooted and flying Drifting further away Bittersweet when you see them, only seasonally eaten Overripe and the taste has changed
Daisy says that I should call And when you’d spoken, you’d seemed well That I should come out and say it If I don’t I’d kick myself, so
I miss you
Cigarettes for my dinner, you say I’m getting thinner And soon I might wither away The buzz of the phone, when are you coming home? Please, can you pick a day
Daisy says that I should call And when you’d spoken, you’d seemed well That I should come out and say it If I don’t I’d kick myself, so
I miss you I miss you
Daisy says that I should call And when you’d spoken, you’d seemed well That I should come out and say it If I don’t I’d kick myself, so I miss you I miss you