Sour Cherries

Music: Grace McDunnough
Lyrics: Salome Strangelove & Grace McDunnough

Sour cherries on the tree where the blackbirds perch and caw
They have shared their whispers with me — and yes, I’ve heard them all
Betrayals and intrigues and eyes in the dark
Vague innuendos and off hand remarks
I know this game, I know what it’s for
But I don’t want to, don’t want to, don’t want to play anymore

So keep every minute and hour we’ve spent
Every nickel and dollar and every red cent
From the beat of my heart to the pith of my bones
I’ve given it all; no more blood in this stone
I’ve no regrets it’s just time to run free
So take all we’ve been; just leave me me

All of these breadcrumbs to forests where the witches brew and burn
They are tangled in the brambles — and yes, I’ve had my turn
Prophecy and portents and stars in the sky
Palms read and fortunes and all of the lies
I know these tricks, I know what they’re for
But I don’t want to, don’t want to, don’t want to play anymore

I’ve given everywhere and everything and never enough
I’ve bent and I’ve broken and lost every bluff
The time that has been has been sometimes divine
But I’m tired of drowning ; I’m taking what’s mine