Drop Cherries — Billie Marten

Wash my hair
With that jam jar on the side there
Making shadows in the air
Candlelit and bare
Skin to water down
To put love on the ground

I drop cherries at your door
When you ask for more
I don't know what I'm here for
To bathe in perfect colour
Paint me in the red

Pages curling in the wet
There are books I've never read
Many weathers to collect
And spill over the carpet
Blood as pure as this
Fastened with a kiss

I drop cherries at your door
When you ask for more
I don't know what I'm here for
When you ask for more
I drop cherries at your door
When you ask for more
Now I know what I'm here for