Lemon
Lemon, see-through in the sunlight.She wore lemon, see-through in the daylight.She's gonna make you cry, she's gonna make you whisper and moan.When you're dry she draws water from a stone.I feel like I'm slowly, slowly, slowly slippin' under.I feel like I'm holding on to 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 picturethrough the 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.Lemon, see-through in the sunlight.
A man builds a city, with banks and cathedrals.A man melts the sand so he can see the world outside.A man makes a car, and builds a road to run (them) on.A man dreams of leaving, but he always stays behind.
You're gonna meet her thereShe's your destinationYou gotta get to herShe's imagination
And these are the days when our work has come asunder.And these are the days when we look for something other.
Midnight is where the day begins.Midnight is where the day begins.Midnight is where the day begins.Midnight is where the day begins.
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.
Gotta meet her thereShe's your destinationThere's no sleeping thereShe's imagination
She is the dreamer, she's imagination.Through the light projected, he can see himself up close.