My sky is red like blood Kissed by a native sun Who smiles and fades away It seems a perfect shade Able to read your scent Winding your sight with glow I'm losing these clothes of stones Cherrywood eyes always with me Watching the lights over the hill Cherrywood eyes let me just be My sky is blue like ice Kissed by a winter star Who smiles and fades away It seems a perfect shade Able to read your scent Winding your sight with glow I'm losing these clothes of stone Cherrywood eyes always with me Watching the lights over the hill Cherrywood eyes let me just be It's a dream, or maybe another way to live Do I always make it right? Oh, maybe not