Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cherokee Red, artist - Brandtson. Album song Dial In Sounds, in the genre Пост-хардкорDate of issue: 04.03.2002
Record label: Deep Elm
Song language: English
Cherokee Red |
| In a pile of trash on the corner of first and park |
| Almost as tall as the street light |
| We pulled over |
| Two kids on a black and white dyno |
| My mom and dad bought for my birthday |
| Just last week |
| We’re finding our fortune here |
| Once upon a time |
| Brothers by a pocket knife |
| You traded me your secrets |
| I traded you all of mine |
| Sometimes when i’m looking back now |
| I wish i could say i’m sorry |
| I’m thinking of me and you |
| Back when things felt right |
| This morning we met at the playground |
| We sat on the side of the tractor tire |
| And talked of our plans for the next five days |
| Over some cherokee red |
| Sometime back in late november |
| We checked out the ice together |
| The rope tied around my waist |
| You’d pull me back if i would fall |
| Late night |
| Sending signals through the open blinds with flashlights |
| The neighbors dog would bark till early morning sunrise |
| Some roman candles and a book of matches that night |
| Explaining burn marks in our clothes at dinner |
| Headlights that ran across the bedroom wall |
| We thought that it might be a ufo from outer space |
| And sometimes we crawled out on the roof |
| And tuned the radio into the auto-rama drive in movie show |