Shotgun alleys with lightning flowers, under the eyes of fallen statues,
Dry blood - they've never seen,
Pain is sharper when I suspect that true love runs, looking for us like a lion in our dreams.
The strawberry road where the dream fades is down between our longing and desire,
The strawberry road where our hearts break into love.
You censor longing and organise beauty because you're afraid,
You want it more than oxygen or light,
You can't get there with your morals, or without love,
Lie down with me, the rules aren't always right.
The strawberry road where the dream fades is down between our longing and desire,
The strawberry road where our hearts break into love.
Call it romance or nostalgia,
The hunger behind our memories, we've buried it in code,
The things we've wanted, when we get them are never enough,
Never what they seem, but they lead us to the road.
The strawberry road where the dream fades is down between our longing and desire,
The strawberry road where our hearts break into love.
