Из альбома: Acts
Did I thank you for coming here to visit me?
I have been lonely up all night every night!
You are my witness, everything I have every wrote,
It's in the boxes; it's all down to skin and bone
My favorite lipstick it's called cherries in the snow
There will be foot-prints everywhere you ever go
Coz it's over when the saints are gone
And they tell me that I am late coming home
So look for me when the face of throwing snow
And I talk to you from the cherries in the snow
From the cherries in the snow...
I was a singer
I could sing with you right now
I'll be with you every chance... every chance...
You are my witness, everything I have ever own
It's in a boxes, its' all down the skin and bones
And It's over when saints are gone
and they tell me that I am late coming come.
There will be foot-prints everywhere you go
I am talking to you from the cherries in the snow
From the cherries in the snow...
cherries in the snow...
cherries in the snow...