Sour Clementines Lyrics

A windmill is a spinning pie but no one gets a slice

Yellow-painted horn bemoans it's nothing to be nice

But the mayor has put a fence around the pittance of a park

To shore us from the venom of the serpentine at dark

Ghosts among the vetiver green roots of Indian grass smells woody earthy lovely high above the overpass

Sour clementines and pine the two step back again in time

When there was that one crush He never learned those wicked thoughts of mine

I dreamed he was a lover lover

I dreamed he was a friend lover

I dreamed a dream that when he moved away he would come back again

I dreamed a lover lover

I dreamed he was a friend lover

I dreamed that when he moved away he would come back again

While mold-infected agarwood surrounds the sun at dusk like glandular secretions run the streets of oud and musk

A bushy herb a thorny tree and resin from the sap

But some don't drink or eat from amber's golden tap

Patchouli funk and flowered skirts and rare bohemian dancing for wise men and their myrrh frankincense and glancing

Sour clementines and pine the two step back again in time

When there was that one crush He never learned those wicked thoughts of mine

I dreamed he was a lover lover

I dreamed he was a friend lover

I dreamed a dream like magic spell the fairy tale

Had no end Those wicked thoughts of mine

But then he ran for cover

Before I jumped right in

He was a friend lover

He didn't understand the win/win situation he was in

I dreamed he was a lover lover lover

I dreamed he was a friend lover lover

I dreamed that when he moved away

He would come back again