Текст песни Suburban Culture - Cherry Jam

Going through the spooky garden
Ripping off my wall-eye
I'm looking for you
In a blue cotton dress

Who’s cut your skin?
Pouring the cherry jam
I'll be the last one
To taste it with fresh toast.

Leave me alone, open the skies
Going out there, going out there

And when I’ll get you, little girl,
You’ll be my last candy in this life
Would you love me, death angel?
Would you love me,
Who’s breathing every lock of your hair?
I'll be the last one
To taste your cherry jam with fresh toast.