Cherries from Fiend by Sure, Machine

She keeps stealing in the dark
Sneaking cherries from the bar
Laying prostrate on the floor
Crying out she don’t want more

Back from Cat’s place in the cold
Smoking cherries from the bowl
Sitting tongue-tied on the bed
I keep singing in my head

Call me over, I’ll come
Call me over, I’ll come
Call me over, I’ll come home

She’s been kneeling in the dark
Jesus, Mary, it’s been hard
Leave the car parked with the keys
Come the morning you won’t want me

Call me over, I’ll come
Call me over, I’ll come
Call me over, I’ll come

Running to you from the edge of the outside
Running to you from the edge of the outside
Running to you from the edge of the outside in

• Alternative
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Cleveland