Lemon - Local Natives, Sharon Van Etten

Sour

Lemon eyes

Staring

Down the daylight

And the LA River makes you laugh

You say, why’s a gutter got a name like that?

You’re towelin' up your wet hair

I hear your coffee grind

The credits rollin' on last night’s late night

We’re always somewhere between

Leaving and arrived

I just wanna be here at the same time

Slouching

When you walk

Just like

Hillhurst palms

A penny and a lotto ticket to scratch

You win enough to keep you coming back

A cross above the freeway

Holy neon light

Everybody crawling for their lives

You’re watching your reflection

In a tv turned off

How long you gonna pay more than it costs?

Lemon eyes

Trying to let the light in

Lemon eyes

All our streets are Violet

Sour lemon eyes

Trying to let the light in

Lemon eyes

All our streets are Violet