Cherrywood Eyes
Carlo Emilio Polli, Einar Tonsberg, Fabio Ciarcelluti
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...