| Lemon | |
| See through in the sunlight | |
| She wore lemon | |
| Never in the daylight | |
| She's gonna make you cry | |
| She's gonna make you whisper and moan | |
| But when you're dry | |
| She draws water from a stone | |
| I feel like I'm slowly, slowly, slowlys slipping under | |
| I feel like I'm holding onto nothing | |
| She wore lemon | |
| To colour in the cold grey night | |
| She had heaven | |
| And she held on so tight | |
| A man makes a picture | |
| A moving picture | |
| Through light projected | |
| He can see himself up close | |
| A man captures colour | |
| A man likes to stare | |
| He turns his money into light | |
| To look for her | |
| And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore | |
| And I feel like I'm swimming out to her | |
| Midnight is where the day begins | |
| Midnight is where the day begins | |
| Midnight is where the day begins | |
| Lemon | |
| See through in the sunlight | |
| A man builds a city | |
| With banks and cathedrals | |
| A man melts the sand so he can | |
| See the world outside You're gonna meet her there | |
| A man makes a car She's your destination | |
| And builds roads to run (them) on You gotta get to her | |
| A man dreams of leaving She's imagination | |
| But he always stays behind | |
| And these are the days when our work has come assunder | |
| And these are the days when we look for something other | |
| Midnight is where the day begins | |
| Midnight is where the day begins | |
| Midnight is where the day begins | |
| A man makes a picture | |
| A moving picture | |
| Through light projected | |
| He can see himself up close Gotta meet her there | |
| A man captures colour She's your destination | |
| A man likes to stare There's no sleeping there | |
| He turns his money into light She's imagination | |
| To look for her | |
| She is the dreamer | |
| She's imagination | |
| Through the light projected | |
| He can see himself up close |