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. 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 they faded. 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