Goodbye, circus wheel, maybe you rest along the seas. I have given you the fire of my youth and the triumph of my enemies. And goodbye, fair weather home and your faithless factories.
If I could write. I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights. Where we'd dig around the bones. And try to find peace and patches for the holes. . I lit a cigarette on a parking meter.
Oh Cherry Bomb, you are a mystery. Exploding sparkling quiet nights. My teenage heart pumped all my misery, baby. To fingertips that might ignite. . And all along you knew my story, didn't you?.