I believe in time machines
and make believe...

Silence grows
a chasm deep...

Little girl from cherry hills,
ribbons tied around blonde hair...

Cherry blossoms are the perfect crown
to wreath the head of a Christmas jester...

What lies beneath the cherry tree?
Oh, darling, don't you know...

Promises are burning
in the empty, hollow street...

I've got a
bottle-blonde brain...

Christmas in September,
welcome to the dream...

Little black boxes
and pumpkin cars...

Time
space...

I remember, one time, sitting on the wall watching...
I remember, you told me you loved me. Up there, on...

Oh my god i love to clean
i am sure if i tried...