Cherries Underground - Júníus Meyvant

Let it slide down to cherries underground

Far away from home

Let it ride up my daddy’s sound

Right down to the bone

Lord, I know

Love, I need

In front of me

Lord, I know

Love, I need

In front of me

Let it dry up the straining sight of my cup

I don’t like the phone

Let it fire up the rain, but not too much

I ain’t made out of stone

Lord, I know

Love, I need

In front of me

Lord, I know

Now I need

In front of me

In front of me

In front of me

Let it walk with the smallest

You don’t like to be alone

Let it talk to the coolest dove lemon

See, don’t like to be alone

Lord, I know

Love, I need

In front of me

Love, I know

Now I need

In front of me

Love, I know

Love, I need

In front of me

Love, I know

Love, I need

In front of me

In front of me

In front of me

In front of me

In front of me