Under the zinc sky
Over the railroads they fly in
For the cherries on the trees
Go get them now
Before they're ripe
For soon the fruit
Will be nothing but stones
And the cherries flown
To the high sky
Out of a pink sky
Over the greenery
They glide in
For the cherries on the trees
Go get them now
It's alright
But soon you
Will be nothing but bones
And the cherries flown
To the high sky
Go get them now
It's alright
But soon you
Will be nothing but bones
And the cherries flown
To the high sky