Lemon Trees lyrics
by Robert Wyatt
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
Smell of grease and mint
Glissando, female laughter
Thirsty one spinning tops
Gold outline of her neck
Crimped at its deepest plastic
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 2]
As cartoon backdrop
Lemon trees darkening
Wish-bones bit from a life
Private crisis of the now
These indolent visions, parched
[Instrumental Outro]