[Intro] [Verse 1] Light gathers slowly through breaks in the clouds, blue in the puddles spread over the ground Deep in my pocket, still hidden somehow, a small piece of time I keep carrying round [Pre-Chorus 1] Spring that I watched on my own, caught in the frame of a shadow outgrown, bringing the sound of a faraway road [Chorus 1] Cherry trees trembling beneath the pale sky, stopping me still as the years wander by Layered reflections keep slipping through sight, brushing my sleeve in the soft afternoon light Colors we carried come drifting again, washing the edges of now and of then Something unspoken loosens and goes, out with the wind wherever it blows [Interlude] [Verse 2] Footsteps were racing the hill before dark, you took my hand like a sudden spark Arms full of blossoms, a laugh spilling free, painting the evening in colors we'd keep [Pre-Chorus 2] Pale shades of rose in the westering glow, brushing your cheek as the daylight moved slow, opening doors I had long left closed [Chorus 2] Cherry trees shining wherever I turn, lighting old corners that quietly burn Searching for traces that drift in and out, just beyond reach but still all around Though I can't hold what has already flown, somehow its shape still feels strangely known Blooming untouched by the passing of years, bright in a place untouched by tears [Interlude] [Bridge] Beyond every season that slips through the air, beyond every road disappearing somewhere, one fragile moment stays folded away, safe from the turning of day after day A whisper of laughter, a flash of the light, a hand reaching back from the edge of the night [Final Chorus] Cherry trees swaying high into the blue, carrying echoes of all that we knew Scattering softly through sunlight and air, leaving their glow in the spaces they shared I wish they would linger a little while more, drift through the window and stand at the door A faint little lantern still shining above, resting its light on the branch that I loved Cherry trees trembling beneath the pale sky, stopping me still as the years wander by Colors we carried come drifting again, washing the edges of now and of then [Outro] Blue after rainfall, light growing thin, one drifting blossom turning again
