Blueberry floating in a Cheerio You're everything I ever wanted I'm tuning into my own radio Your frequency sufficiently haunted Green are the eyes, and you see them So I must oblige you to not look into them Or I'll never stop crying It is said that the hunted belong to the knife But I know that the darkness Is but a lack of light Blueberry floating in a Cheerio You're everything I ever wanted I'm tuning into my own radio Your frequency sufficiently haunted Woe is the child that's born learning That he must deny or expel all his longing Cause he'll never stop trying And I know that the orchard belongs to the wife So I tell you I love you Before both of us die Blueberry floating in a Cheerio You're everything I ever wanted My heart is broken on a cherry stone I'm haunting you because you want it