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