Jay Buchanan - Lemon

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

But 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, grey night
She had heaven and she held on so tight

A man makes a picture, a moving picture
Through 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 (You are hurting me)
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 sands 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 (He's watching you)
Midnight is where the day begins (Watching you)

Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins (Time to get on your feet)
Midnight is where the day begins (Time to get her with your love)
Midnight is where the day begins

A man makes a picture, a moving picture
Through light projected he can see himself up close
You're gonna meet her there (A man captures color)
She's your destination (A man likes to stare)
There's no sleeping there (He turns his money into light to look for her)
She's imagination
Lemon (She is the dreamer, she's imagination)
She had heaven (Through the light projected he can see himself up close)
Can you all see him?
She wore lemon