in the fields where voices play,
we'll take some food and take all day.
there, late within the evening shrine,
where shadows pounce and crickets whine,
unlearn the only whispering when,
that makes our 'nows' all more like 'then'
ill graph the nestled, gentried crowd-
and just whisper silent songs out loud.
you and me will never die-
cherry soda, cherry pie.
dont force the fleeting truth ontold,
just trust the feeble drifting soul.
there, soft along the viny keep-
where crickets swarm and magpies leap.
why, listening holds its own blue curse-
yawns and makes our gladness worse.
until the every each thats stranded
just plows the fields where spaceships landed.
i just cant fight you no more.
god made me a sinner, he made me a whore.
theres alot of light in your life,
and im eager to see that you make it alright.
c'mon-
you and me will never die-
cherry soda, cherry pie.
sing it and leave it alone-
you and me will never die-
cherry soda cherry pie.