and we were lying there
underneath the cherry sky
our hearts and hands so high
bugs and insects in our hair
and we were just imagining
if we miss the morning train
we could be here
till the bomb the bomb will fall
and time will come and rip the hearts from us

we're caught we're caught in an imaginary landslide
we're caught we're caught underneath the cherry sky
we're caught we're caught in an imaginary landslide
trying to find the way home
underneath the cherry sky
( trying to find the inside )

late that summer she gave herself to him
among the long grass on a hill above town
they lay by iron gates where people hid during the war
ghosts and rust
her nipples hard in the breeze
slowly they walked back to the canal
home for a piece on jam