Drop Cherries

Wash my hair

With that jam jar on the side there

Making shadows in the air

Candlelit and bare

Skin to water down

To put love on the ground

I drop cherries at your door

When you ask for more

I don't know what I'm here for

To bathe in perfect colour

Paint me in the red, mm

Pages curling in the wet

There are books I've never read

Many weathers to collect

And spill over the carpet

Blood as pure as this

Fastened with a kiss

I drop cherriеs at your door

When you ask for more

I don't know what I'm herе for

When you ask for more

I drop cherries at your door

When you ask for more

Now I know what I'm here for