The cherries are rising, uprooted and flying Drifting further away Bittersweet when you see them, only seasonally eaten
Overripe and the taste has changed
Daisy says that I should call And when you´d spoken, you´d seemed well That I should come out and say it If I don´t I´d kick myself, so
I miss you Mm, mm, mm
Cigarettes for my dinner, you say I´m getting thinner And soon I might wither away The buzz of the phone, when are you coming home? Please, can you pick a day?
Daisy says that I should call And when you´d spoken, you´d seemed well
That I should come out and say it If I don´t I´d kick myself, so
I miss you I miss you Mm, mm, mm
Daisy says that I should call And when you´d spoken, you´d seemed well That I should come out and say it If I don´t I´d kick myself, so I miss you I miss you Mm, mm, mm