How can I stand to
stay where I am?
Poor butterfly who
don't understand
Why can't I fly away
in a special sky?
If I don't find my
destiny soon
I'll die in your arms
under the cherry moon
I want to live life
to the ultimate high
Maybe I'll die young
like heroes die
Maybe I'll kiss you
some wild special way
If nobody kills me
or thrills me soon
I'll die in your arms
under the cherry moon
That's alright
Lovers like us dear
are born to die
If they don't find us,
what will we do?
I guess we'll make love under the cherry moon
I'll die in your arms under the cherry moon