Lemon (The Perfecto Mix)

Lemon, see-through in the sunlight

She wore lemon, never in the daylight

She's gonna make you cry

She's gonna make you whisper and moan

When you're dry she draws her water from the stone

And I feel like I'm slowly, slowly, slowly slippin' under

I feel like I'm holding on to nothing

She wore lemon

To colour in the cold grey night

She had heaven

She held on so tight

A man makes the picture

A moving picture

Through light projected

He can see himself up close

A man captures colour

Man likes to stare

He turns 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

Midnight is where the day begins

A man builds the city

With banks and cathedrals

A man melts the sand

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 begins

Midnight is where the day begins

Midnight is where the day begins

These are the days when our work has come asunder

And these are the days when we look to each other