Who Wants Flowers When You're Dead? Nobody

A cherry sunset blossoms
But we're not there to watch it fall
On the vacant canvas, we should be waiting
with our face down on the grass
Staring till our eyes give way
Let's paint this city black
While the night's still young.

You.

This cherry sunset withers
Our words, as frail as paper
A dawn I thought we'd never see
Alone on this silent beach
There is nothing we can do
There is nothing we can do.

The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself.

The trees rot down to nothing
Throats dry out and corpses fill the sidewalks
These promenades, our graveyards.

The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself out.

There is nothing we can do
The sky, it burns itself
And I think we're all about to fucking die
The trees rot down to nothing
Throats dry out and corpses fill these sidewalks
These promenades, our graveyards
Kneeling down on what's left, sacrificed upon dooms day
Oh, if we could take it back and see one last twilight.

Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture.

Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture, take a picture
It will last longer.

Our hands in prayer formation
Our elbows on the bed
One last try for Heaven
Thinking who wants flowers when you're dead?
You're dead
When you're dead.

Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry.

Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry.

Cherry, cherry
A cherry sunset.