Black Cherry Blood - Bluejay

Two hundred years

Drinking and walking

I drift by the moon

You gave me champagne

While I was avoiding the sun

Don’t let me say

I never really thought I’d feel this way

I never felt so cool

It’s different the second time with you

I never felt so bad

Zydeco dancing in your head

will settle down soon

Now you’re on the trip.

You said,

«Yeah I’m really tripping now»

But watch the café, we’re coming up on Du Monde,

There’s blood on your lip.

The tarot reader

separated astronomy from astrology,

she’s a telescope.

We read Aristotle over sangria

and broke from the prison of the southern bank

for a minute of free trade—

She eventually declined our ride—

But I think that she’ll believe again

in free land

Straight into Orleans

Hand me those strings from my gig bag

How am I to know if you’d get in the way?

Black Cherry Blood, you’re sweet

but would you get in the way?

Don’t let me drain you

and don’t drain me in

my day sleep

And I would save this sucking night

with a cliché

«I never felt so cool»

It’s different the second time with you

I never felt so rad

I just think that I’ll regret doing this to you

Straight out of Orleans

I know you wanna go with me up river

How am I to know if you’d get in the way?

Black Cherry Blood, I need to know if you’d get in the way

Or if I’d get in the way.