Lemontrees -

The falling fruits from all my labour

Plummet over me

To form a noxious scene

Beneath the lemon trees

The taste is bitter sweet

Beneath the lemon trees

What’s lying underneath?

We drown ourselves in confidence

As we strive pot valiancy

Whoever sows the seeds?

Beneath the lemon trees

As life’s traditions pour over me

Beneath the lemon trees

Our life is bittersweet

We’ll share our nations consciousness

And just drown our thoughts to sleep

Beneath the lemontrees

We’re swirling out of reach

The bitterness is sweet

Until we’re underneath

And if I should fall amongst its leaves

Viridescent turns grenadine

And I can finally plant my final seed

Still life’s complexions crawl over me

As bad traditions pour over me

Why don’t they ever stop and start to think?

Why don’t they ever stop?

Why don’t they ever?

Why don’t they ever stop?

Why don’t they ever?

So all the trees will fall

And all its leaves will fall

And all the seeds will stop opening

Why don’t they ever?

When all the fruit from all my labour

Plummets suddenly

To form the closing scene

Beneath the lemon trees

The taste is bittersweet

Beneath the lemon trees

We’re lying underneath

We’ll share our nation’s consciousness

And just drown our thoughts to sleep

And dance away the dreams, the dreams, the dreams, the dreams, the dreams

Beneath the lemon trees

Beneath the lemon trees

Beneath the lemon trees

Beneath the lemon trees

We’ll share our nation’s consciousness

And just drown our thoughts to sleep

And dance away the dreams, the dreams, the dreams, the dreams, the dreams