Hold my candle of pachouly In my mind I feel the Jones I can smell it, rose and water I guess it's time to roll the bones
Life ain't always black and white Kaleidoscopes are coloring my way Fading pictures of wrong and right My signature is written with your sage
Can you tell me what it means? Searching for my tangerine I can't find my tangerine
Holy water, bag of mojo Cross my fingers, say a prayer Burn the incense, kissing sunshine Tie a feather in your hair
It can't be what it wants to be I close my eyes and see right through the end I hear the words screaming in my head The melody is flowing from my pen
Can you tell me what it means? Searching for my tangerine Ye-eah It's almost never heard or seen I can't find my tangerine
It can't be what it wants to be I close my eyes and see it in the end
Can you tell me what it means? Searching for my tangerine Ye-eah It's almost never heard or seen No, it's never heard, it's never seen now I can't find my tangerine