Songtext zu 'Cherry Blossom (feat. Andy Cizek)' von I Met A Yeti

It’s 2AM and here I am awake while the thoughts in my head seem to have no end

Oooh is the cold air harming you? Cause it’s killing me
Yeah it’s killing me
Oooh is the winter paining you? Cause it’s killing me
Could we sit inside my car for hours?

I hope you know that I’m not your cherry blossom
In the spring I won’t be back, I won’t be back at all
And I’m probably getting (I’m probably getting)
I’m probably getting hard to love
Oh no no no

It’s 3AM and I’m awake awake again to the sound of your voice running through my head

What’d you do to me? What’d I do to you?
Cause I don’t even recognize myself
And I was feeling you
But now I’m feeling blue and I hate every single word I say
Just a year ago I was so in love
I would have sailed all the way to Raftel
What’d you do to me? What’d I do to you?
Cause I don’t recognize our photos, no no no
And all the world seems to fall apart in our love

(Andy Cizek feature)
Save your pleasantries for someone who
Doesn’t know you as well as I do
Cut the bullshit and tell me the truth
Try to understand
That I won’t hold your hand forever

Snow falls and as it blossoms it cures the disease in our words
While the substances that I had used numb the pain they neglect the way that I frame
A flag, no a mantra, yes a phrase, “I love you”
And will you stay with me?
Even if islands I lead to bare sadness, or hardship and weather that we can not withstand within our current condition
And yes we have born this ourselves through intentions of love and sacrifice
Our words may blossom one last time

I hope that you know that I’m not your cherry blossom
In the spring I won’t be back, I won’t be back at all
And I’m probably getting harder and harder to love
No, I know that I’m getting harder and harder to love
If you treat yourself with the love I have for you
And I love myself half as much as I loved you
Then together but apart we can see this through
Now together, from afar we can see this through
I hope that you know that I’m not your cherry blossom
In the spring I won’t be back, I won’t be back at all
And I’m probably getting harder and harder to love
No, I know that I’m getting so much harder, so much harder to love