Snow Cherries From France-Tori Amos

I knew a boy who would Not share his bike Oh, but he let me go sailing I swore that I Could survive any storm Oh then he let me go "Can you launch rockets from here?" Boy, I've done it for years Right over my head And when I promised my hand He promised me back Snow cherries from France All that summer We traveled the world Never leaving his own back garden Girls, I didn't know Just what it could be Oh, but he let me go sailing You question me, "Can you ride anything?" Lord, do you mean like your mood swings Invaders and traders with The best intentions May convince you to go "They look like pirates from here" Boy, I've been one for years Just keeping my head And when I promised my hand You promised me back Snow cherries from France And then one day he said "Girl it's been nice, Oh, but I have to go sailing" With cinnamon lips That did not match his eyes Oh then he let me go