I see a demon in the river,
I balance on a rock to see,
'musing little fishies under the water,
to appear he does not follow me,
he follows me.

I see a demon in the branches,
He's reading from my eulogy,
once in a while he sends me a glance he's
high up in that cherry tree
cherry tree
follows me

I see a demon in my lover,
As he lies right next to me,
fingers and eyes and teeth all twitching,
in his gas of reverie.
Reverie,
cherry tree,
follows me.

I see a demon in the mirror,
the only thing my eye could see,
in that deep thick darkness glimmer,
that demon lines his face with me.
he faces me,
reverie,
cherry tree,
he follows me.