A cherry sunset blossoms,
But we're not there to watch it fall,
On the vacant canvas, we should be waiting,
With our face down on the grass,
Staring till our eyes give way,
Let's paint this city black,
While the night's still young,
You,
This cherry sunset withers,
Our words, as frail as paper,
A dawn I thought we'd never see,
Alone, on this silent beach,
There is nothing we can do,
There is nothing we can do,
The sky, it burns itself out,
The sky, it burns itself out,
The sky, it burns itself out,
The sky, it burns itself,
The trees rot down to nothing,
Throats dry out and corpses fill the sidewalks,
These promenades, our