The cherries are rising, uprooted and flying
Drifting further away
Bittersweet when you see them, only seasonally eaten
Overripe and the taste has changed
Daisy says that I should call
And when you′d spoken, you'd seemed well
That I should come out and say it
If I don′t I'd kick myself, so
I miss you
Mm, mm, mm
Cigarettes for my dinner, you say I'm getting thinner
And soon I might wither away
The buzz of the phone, when are you coming home?
Please, can you pick a day?
Daisy says that I should call
And when you′d spoken, you′d seemed well
That I should come out and say it
If I don't I′d kick myself, so
I miss you
I miss you
Mm, mm, mm
Daisy says that I should call
And when you'd spoken, you′d seemed well
That I should come out and say it
If I don't I′d kick myself, so
I miss you
I miss you
Mm, mm, mm
Writer(s): Joshua Keogh, Henry Charles Walter Wyeth, Tomas Sperring
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