It was end of may

With the haze of all these days

You brush the sweetest taste

Of summer rain off my face.

Smokin' cherry reds in the trees

Catching feelings in the breeze

All the innocence that we

Had to last a summer stream.

Your love...

Smokin' cherry reds in the trees

Catching feelings in the breeze

All the innocence that we

Had to last a summer stream.