Lemon, see-through in the sunlight.
She wore lemon, see-through in the daylight.
She's gonna make you cry, she's gonna make you whisper and moan.
When you're dry she draws water from a stone.
I feel like I'm slowly, slowly, slowly slipping under.
I feel like I'm holding on to 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 the 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...
(A man builds a city, with banks and cathedrals.
A man melts the sand so he can see the world outside.
A man makes a car, and builds a road to run [them] on.
A man dreams of leaving, but he always stays behind.)
You're gonna meet her there
She's your destination
You gotta get to her
She's imagination...
(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.)
Gotta meet her there
She's your destination
There's no sleeping there
She's imagination
Lemon
(She is the dreamer, she's imagination.)
She had heaven
(Through the light projected, he can see himself up close.)
She wore lemon
And I'll be at the back of your mind
I'll be at the front of the line
And I'll be at the back of your mind
I'll be at the front of the line
Waiting for you . . .
Handsome I am, a red-blooded man
Stand for what’s right, or as oft as I can
Stripped of my honours, though no crimes were mine
Now a name to forget with the passing of time. . .