Lemon, see through in the sunlight
She wore lemon but never in the daylight
She’s gonna make you cry
She’s gonna make you whisper and moan
When you’re dry she draws her water from the stone
And I feel like I’m slowly, slowly, slowly slipping under
And I feel like I’m holding onto nothing
She wore lemon to colour in the cold, grey night
She had heaven and she held on so tight
A man makes a picture, a moving picture
Through light projected he can see himself up close
A man captures colour, a man likes to stare
He turns his money into light to look for her
And I feel like I’m drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore
And I feel like I’m swimming out to her
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Lemon, see through in the sunlight
A man builds a city with banks and cathedrals
A man melts the sands so he can see the world outside
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