Lemon Tree (из реклама LANVIN Eclat de Fleurs bei BREGNER)
The pastor stood at odds with every sermon read, and once he learned to speak in knots, he never had to wear his share of scarlet- what a shame they caught a word he said You shouldn't live to second-guess but certain thoughts, they think they ought to roam the sheets before you dress and drag you down the stairway, raring open-mouthed to down the morning spread I’ll pile their plates as high as towers if they’ll just go back to bed
I took you for a sailing boat, a steady-calm, parading float I sent with laughing waves until I saw what I was made of-- shabby coat to throw upon a lake of mud and thinning ice a hollow tone, an echo dry that wouldn’t fall from any body but a stone
Now I’m giving only what I’ve found I hear you’re living deep inside the ground
A walking sore to clean and dress, a mess to sweep below the feet He’s sure to take a pound of flesh if he would only show some teeth and meet you where you came to grow a lemon tree and hoped to live it down A rope’s an awful thing to give to someone happy on the ground
Now I’m giving only what I’ve found I hear you’re living deep inside the ground