Cherries In the Snow - Vanessa Daou

I feel your heartbeat in the pale moonglow

You see my lipstick’s red like Cherries in the Snow

What’s your intention?

Don’t you think I know?

Your lips are glistening like Cherries in the Snow

The night is closing in The leaves are turning gold

We lose our innocence like Cherries in the Snow

Pleasure turns to pain Somebody’s moanin' low

Someone’s come of age like Cherries in the Snow

How far can we go?

How deep?

How low?