We were sipping cherry wine
In the warmth of summertime
I painted strawberry skies
So picturesque, you glowed gold in my eyes
Sugar heart, you were my
Archangel, muse of sweet dreams
But my dreams
They tend not to last
I spent our last summer painting
Pink skies and made-up faces
But I swore your portrait was real
You looked like an angel
Blue violets all tangled in your hair
But they blew away in the autumn air
Swimming in lakes of moonlight
As we danced from day to night
Bright colours turned to black
So picturesque, but all full moons must set
Sunshine heart, you were my
Archangel, muse of sweet dreams
But my dreams
They tend not to last
I spent our last summer painting
Pink skies and made-up faces
But I swore your portrait was real
You looked like an angel
Blue violets all tangled in your hair
But they blew away in the autumn air
Each sunset said goodbye
Each violet fell and died
Some loves are only meant for the summer
I spent our last summer painting
Pink skies and made-up faces
But I swore your portrait was real
You looked like an angel
Blue violets all tangled in your hair
But you blew away in the autumn air