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 colour in the cold, grey night
She had heaven and she held on so tight 

man makes a picture, a moving picture 
Through light projected he can see himself up close 
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 

Afternoon is where the night begins
Afternoon is where the night begins
Afternoon is where the night

man builds a city with banks and cathedrals 
man melts the sands so he can see the world outside
(You’re gonna meet her there)
man makes a car 
(She’s your destination)
And builds a road [bad word] them on
(You gotta get to her)
man dreams of leaving 
(She’s imagination)
But he always stays behind 
-----
And these are the days when our work [bad word] asunder 
And these are the days when we look for something other 
-----
Midnight is where the day ends 
Midnight is where the day ends
Midnight is where the day