Cherries

You and your eyes and your birthday girl smile

Barefoot on the tiles in the heat of July

We'd laugh til we cried in a box under the sky

We'd dream of a time where we'd never say goodbye

You speak of our dream and it never seemed so real

Walk the stream in the night and evaluate our lives

The streets seem surreal when they're bathed in the evening

Our feet never dry - can't keep us inside

It's written on the walls

Pink moon so beautiful