Mons Vi - Tangerine lyrics

I come by crawling on your lake in frozen candlelight Three palm trees bending low to catch my kite I see your hands flash pink and blue like a thrift store neon sign You carve in your desires with your knife Carrying my only gold mine And a thought control machine Your casualty is in the corner As I peel your tangerine I bu*ton up my peaco*k fan and climb in the back seat Of your diamond studded mortuary jeep The wheelchair looks back at your legs and taps its leather teeth As you place your yellow flower between your knees Building bridges made of cardboard Like a surgeon at your feet Lost in red carpet congestion As I peel your tangerine