[ Featuring Alison Shearer ]
Blueberry floating in a Cheerio,
You're everything I ever wanted.
I'm tuning into my own radio,
Your frequency sufficiently haunted.
Green are the eyes, and you see them,
So I must oblige you to not look into them
Or I'll never stop crying.
It is said that the hunted belong to the knife,
But I know that the darkness
Is but a lack of light.
Blueberry floating in a Cheerio,
You're everything I ever wanted.
I'm tuning into my own radio,
Your frequency sufficiently haunted.
Woe is the child that's born learning
That he must deny or expel all his longing,
Cause he'll never stop trying.
Cnd I know that the orchard belongs to the wife,
So I tell you I love you
Before both of us die.
Blueberry floating in a Cheerio,
You're everything I ever wanted.
My heart is broken on a cherry stone.
I'm haunting you because you want it.