Full of hope with heavy hands, he travelled to a distant southern land
I feel so aquamarine, white picket fences and yellow stained glass windows
Edmunds treats, have disappeared, we only see each other once a year
Can't see you before you go, I guess I wait another year or so
Last night you were in my dreams you don't have to explain cos I know
What it means if you have to go
Don't talk to me bout lemon trees cos I know
And don't let my dreams destroy your future
Last night you were in my dreams you don't have to explain cos I know
What it means if you have to go
Don't talk to me bout lemon trees cos I know
And don't let my dreams destroy your future
A heavy heart, full of despair, this was something he could not repair
Where she went, there was a madhouse, with claymation and mere-exposure
I walk pass a lemon tree, was it planted or has it been there forever
Sour tasting to the tongue, but at least its retrospective closure (For me)
Last night you were in my dreams you don't have to explain cos I know
What it means if you have to go
Don't talk to me bout lemon trees cos I know
And don't let my dreams destroy your future
Last night you were in my dreams you don't have to explain cos I know
What it means if you have to go
Don't talk to me bout lemon trees cos I know
And don't let my dreams destroy your future