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
And 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
Alright
Alright
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright
A man builds a city
With banks and cathedrals
A man melts the sand so he can
See the world outside (You're gonna meet her there)
A man makes a car (She's your destination)
And builds roads to run them on (You gotta get to her)
A man dreams of leaving (She's imagination)
But he always stays behind
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
And these are the days
When our work has come asunder
And these are the days
When we look to each other
Alright
Alright
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright
Alright
Alright
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