What's on my mind in the evening?
Tangerines in their skins
Taking their time to be eaten
So cold, so cold
Smoke in my lantern
What's on my mind when the light's out?
I don't think you wanna know
Think I'm a bit sick of holding on
A terrible time to be thinking
Think I'd rather undress
Feel the flesh in my fingers
Let it go, let it go, let it pa**
Smoke in my lantern
What's on my mind when the light's out?
I don't think you wanna know
Think I'm a bit sick of holding on
Then I open the door
And I know
I'm not gonna be back for a while