| This is a world of dreams and reverie.
|
| Where I felt the stars explode around me A grass blade flashed with a gleam
|
| As it slashed open a moonbeam
|
| And I stared back breathlessly
|
| As mountains of fruit tumbled out
|
| I barely had the chance to shout
|
| O strawberry avalanche, crash over me.
|
| Staying awake that night
|
| Was rather hard
|
| Deep in a sleeping bag in your backyard.
|
| When we woke up buried alive,
|
| Beneath a fruity landslide we both laughed hysterically.
|
| It could have been just another dream,
|
| But I swear I heard you scream
|
| O strawberry avalanche, crash over me Hope is a citrus constellation in the galaxy,
|
| Scratched at the back Of both my eyelids
|
| That I’ve been dying to see
|
| If you were a beautiful sound
|
| In the echoes all around
|
| Then I’d be your harmony
|
| Then we’d sing along with the crowds
|
| Beneath the candy coated clouds
|
| O strawberry avalanche, please crash over me.
|
| This is a world of dreams and reverie
|
| Where I felt the stars explode around me |