I've got a pocketful of lemons,
And an aphrodisiac pack,
Got a mind set on confusion,
And I'm never, ever coming back

When you talked of love you meant something else,
A war perhaps,
When you kissed my lips you tasted,
My flesh perhaps

Got a third eye full of visions,
In my backpack there's a satellite dish,
You confused me with my father,
Had a memory,
Like a goldfish

You kissed the lips of horses in your dreams,
But in life you want it sterile,
Including you and me

I'm getting over you now,
If you'd leave me alone,
I'm sure I'd get home,
Just getting over you now,
But you keep fooling around

When I talk of heaven,
You book holidays in Spain,
When I observe the sky is falling,
You dryly me it might rain

When you tied me up I imagined,
Kate Moss perhaps,
And you imagined him too

I'm getting over you now,
If you'd leave me alone,
I could almost get home,
Just getting over you now,
But you keep fooling around,

In this storm,
In this sea,
There is nothing that can save me,
In this storm,
In this sea,
There is nothing that can save me, save me


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