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 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