Pull up the blinds, open the door wide

Feel the cold arrive in my bones

Put on my face, I'll wear your dress tonight

Feel like you tonight on that day

Falling lemon moon, you burn, then crash in dirty snow

Ode to a sin, I might as well melt into Sunday

Remember the time we stood there by the lake

Watching boats and planes, great white clouds

I smell the sweat, I felt the sun again

Dreams of your skin, on my tongue

Falling lemon moon, you burn, then crash in dirty snow

Ode to a sin, I might as well melt into Sunday

Pull up the blinds, open the door wide

Feel the cold arrive in my bones

You, me, and the moon, we burn, then crash in dirty snow

Ode to a sin, we might as well melt into Sunday