The Search For Cherry Red

In every car that passes me on the street
I search for the particular face
The lipstick trembles under boomlights
The lipstick my own brothers only trace
Was the birthday birthday ashtray
Carried all along this way now (and)
It was a gift from my little sister
On the very same day they took her away
And its painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside your head
And its painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside
In Hollywood I got the phone call
That made my heart and my limosine stall
Falling down in the hotel hall again
Little drunk from the Warners Christmas ball
Cut by love and cut by switchblade
Hes been gone nearly half a decade
Cut by love and cut by switchblade
Hes been gone nearly half a decade
I still remember my brother
I see his face on the billboards
And the polaroids that stayed on my pillow til the very sunset
Said, great day
And its painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside your head
And its painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside
And its painted cherry red , cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside your head
And its painted cherry red, cherry red now
All your dreams are cherry red inside