Lemon (feat. Sharon Van Etten)

Sour lemon eyes Staring down the daylight And the L.A. River makes you laugh You say, "Why's a gutter got a name like that?" You're towelin' up your wet hair, I hear your coffee grind The credits rollin' on last night's late night We're always somewhere between leaving and arrived I just wanna be here at the same time Slouching when you walk Just like Hillhurst palms A penny and a lotto ticket to scratch You win enough to keep you coming back A cross above the freeway, holy neon light Everybody crawling for their lives You're watching your reflection in a TV turned off How long you gonna pay more than it costs? Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Lemon eyes trying to let the light in (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Lemon eyes, all our streets are violet (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Sour lemon eyes trying to let the light in (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Lemon eyes, all our streets are violet (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)