Vanilla Cherry - 2030 Lyrics

March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
The sun began almost directly above me
My hand was cold and damp, not with perspiration
But condensation
A dance of air and vapor
Tiny droplets forming, in a quiet caper.
As I approached a different entry, exiting the rain
Of which I wish we could share a dance again
Quicksand upon my first step
But with a familiar face instead I was met,
As the condensation left my hand
So too did the grip of the sand
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
March 24
It was a Sunday
The sights weren't as expected
No plan was neglected
But no matter how prepared you are for the desert
Despite the unknown, your path is directed
Fortunate enough to be filled with chocolates
And almost every one I enjoy
They lasted almost the entire day
And so I'm grateful it all went this way
As I exit a third different door
It's getting colder now
I love the cold
I love Sundays
March 24
04 24 24
It's a knock on my door
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh
04 24 24
It's a knock on my door
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh oooh ooh
Ooh