She wore 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
And when you're dry
She draws her water from the stone

And I feel
Like I'm slowly, slowly, slowly slipping under
I feel
Like I'm holding onto nothing

Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins

She wore lemon
To colour in the cold grey night
She had heaven
And she held on so tight

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
Midnight is where the day begins

A man makes a picture
A moving picture
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close (you're gonna 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 lemon

She is the dreamer
She's imagination (she had heaven)
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close (she wore lemon)