Fresh Cherries in Trinidad
John Darnielle
[Verse 1]
When I woke up on Saturday and you came in
And you brought the sunlight in
I felt sleep slipping away from me
I feel things occasionally
Like this
Fresh cherries
Hanging from your fingers
[Verse 2]
When the water on the window lit the sunlight through
And I got a good look at you
Standing above me bright and tall
There are no words for it, there are no words at all
I saw
Fresh cherries
Hanging from your fingers