Lemons

[Verse 1]

I could feel you on my skin in the wind

Just sitting in my kitchen letting the breeze in

Pen on a blank piece of paper

Don't know how it happened but when it happened

Felt a little bit too meant to be magic

First class flying out to Pennsylvania

[Pre-Chorus]

Can't stop my free fall down your hill

Want this forever, yes I will

Life has a plan, oh man, we're making sense of it still

[Chorus]

Lemons growing on a tree

In our front yard for you and me

We pick 'em and make lots of lemonade

It's sour but with sugar

It gets sweeter by the hour

Picking lemons making lots of lemonade

[Verse 2]

Flirting down the isles of thе Giant Eagle

Said I'll never find anothеr like you

Though I believe in every word you say

[Bridge]

So you're a little bit older with a lot more baggage