Lime Tree
I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comesSince the operation I heard you're breathing just for oneNow everything is imaginary, especially what you loveYou left another message said it's done,It's done
When I hear beautiful music it's always from another timeOld friends I never visit, I remember what they're likeStanding on a doorstep full of nervous butterfliesWaiting to be asked to come insideJust come inside
But I keep going outI can't sleep next to a stranger when I'm coming downIt's 8 a.m. my heart is beating too loudToo loudDon't be so amazing or I'll miss you too muchI felt something that I had never touched
Everything gets smaller now the further that I goTowards the mouth and the reunion of the Known and the UnknownConsider yourself lucky if you think of it as homeYou can move mountains with your misery if you don'tIf you don't
It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in twoUnder the leaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruitSome were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truthThere will never be a time more opportune
So I just won't be lateThe window closes, shock rolls over in a tidal waveAnd all the color drains out of the frameSo pleased with a daydream that now living is no goodI took off my shoes and walked into the woodsI felt lost and found with every step I took