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 color in the cold gray 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 color. 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. Midnight is where the day begins. Midnight is where the day begins. Midnight is where the day begins. Lemon. See through in the sunlight. 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 roads to run them on. A man dreams of leaving. 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. Midnight is where the day begins. Midnight is where the day begins. Midnight is where the day begins. Midnight is where the day begins. Midnight is where the day begins. A man makes a picture. A moving picture. Through the light projected. He can see himself up close. A man captures color. A man likes to stare. He turns his money into light. To look for her. She is the dreamer. She's imagination. Through the light projected. He can see himself up close