| Hold my candle, love for Julie | |
| In the mind I feel the charms | |
| I can smell rosy water | |
| Guess it's time to know the bounds | |
| Life ain't always black and white, | |
| Kalidescopes are coloring my way | |
| (Make pictures of wrong and right) | |
| My signature is written with your saints | |
| Can you tell me what it means | |
| Searching for my, tangerine | |
| I can't find my tangerine | |
| Holy water, bag of mo-jo | |
| Cross my fingers, say a prayer | |
| Burn the incense, kiss the sunshine | |
| Tie a feather in your hair | |
| It can be what it want's to be | |
| I close my eyes, | |
| And see right through the air | |
| See the words ringing in my head | |
| The melody is flowing from my bed | |
| Can you tell me what it means | |
| Searching for my, tangerine (Yeah) | |
| It's almost never heard or seen | |
| I can't find my tangerine | |
| It can be what it want's to be | |
| I close my eyes, | |
| And see it in the air | |
| Can you tell me what it means | |
| Searching for my, tangerine (Yeah, yeah!) | |
| It's almost never heard or seen | |
| (No, it's never heard. It's never seen. Now.) | |
| I can't find my tangerine | |
| Find my tangerine... |