Lemon, see-through in the sunlight
She wore lemon, see-through in the daylight
She's gonna make you cry, she's gonna make you whisper and moan
When you're dry she draws water from a stone
I feel like I'm slowly, slowly, slowly slippin' under
I feel like I'm holding on to nothing
She wore lemon to colour in the cold grey night
She had heaven and she held on so tight
A man makes a picture, a moving picture
Through the light projected, he can see himself up close
A 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
Midnight is where the day begins
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 sand so he can see the world outside
A man makes a car, and builds a road to run (them) on
A man dreams of leaving, but he always stays behind
You're gonna meet her there
She's your destination
You gotta get to her
She's imagination
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
Midnight is where the day begins
A man makes a picture, a moving picture;
Through light projected, he can see himself up close
A man captures colour, a man likes to stare
He turns his money into light to look for her
Gotta meet her there
She's your destination
There's no sleeping there
She's imagination
She is the dreamer, she's imagination
Through the light projected, he can see himself up close