Cherries in the Snow

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...