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
Afternoon is where the night begins Afternoon is where the night begins Afternoon is where the night
A man builds a city with banks and cathedrals A man melts the sands so he can see the world outside (You’re gonna meet her there) A man makes a car (She’s your destination) And builds a road 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 ends Midnight is where the day ends Midnight is where the day