| In every car that passes me on the street | |
| I search for the particular face | |
| The lipstick trembles under boomlights | |
| The lipstick my own brothers only trace | |
| Was the birthday birthday ashtray | |
| Carried all along this way now (and) | |
| It was a gift from my little sister | |
| On the very same day they took her away | |
| And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now | |
| All your dreams are cherry red inside your head | |
| And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now | |
| All your dreams are cherry red inside | |
| In Hollywood I got the phone call | |
| That made my heart and my limosine stall | |
| Falling down in the hotel hall again | |
| Little drunk from the Warners' Christmas ball | |
| Cut by love and cut by switchblade | |
| He's been gone nearly half a decade | |
| Cut by love and cut by switchblade | |
| He's been gone nearly half a decade | |
| I still remember my brother | |
| I see his face on the billboards | |
| And the polaroids that stayed on my pillow 'til the very sunset | |
| Said, great day | |
| And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now | |
| All your dreams are cherry red inside your head | |
| And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now | |
| All your dreams are cherry red inside | |
| And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now | |
| All your dreams are cherry red inside your head | |
| And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now | |
| All your dreams are cherry red inside |