And we were lying there Underneath the cherry sky Our hearts and hands so high Bugs and insects in our hair And we were just imagining If we miss the morning train We could be here Till the bomb the bomb will fall And time will come and rip the hearts from us We're caught we're caught in an imaginary landslide We're caught we're caught underneath the cherry sky We're caught we're caught in an imaginary landslide Trying to find the way home Underneath the cherry sky (Trying to find the inside) Late that summer she gave herself to him Among the long grass on a hill above town They lay by iron gates where people hid during the war Ghosts and rust Her nipples hard in the breeze Slowly they walked back to the canal Home for a piece on jam