Lemons - Woodlock

Tainting a picture of us now

Forever forgive

Cause Little Missy Misery set foot in the ocean

But never the sea

I’ll bury her under the ground

Next to the old lemon tree

For the fruits have grown sour and bitter

That no one would eat

Call her back and call myself a freak

Bend the rules so I can show her home

Shave my head and change the way i think of

The way I feel

The way I feel

The way I feel

The way I feel

The way I feel

The way I feel

Call to her heart I will offer my shield

The sour has turned into sweet

Let not the wheat in this garden grow tall

For they will choke the lemon tree

Months will go on

Like sand to stone

Maybe I’ll grow old

Maybe I won’t

Call her back and call myself a freak

Bend the rules so I can show her home

Shave my head and change the way i think of

The way I feel

The way I feel

The way I feel

The way I feel

The way I feel

The way I feel

Call to her heart I will offer my shield

The sour has turned into sweet

Let not the wheat in this garden grow tall

For they will choke the lemon tree