Pocketful of Lemons

I've got a pocketful of lemons And an aphrodisiac pack Got a mind set on confusion And I'm never, ever coming back When you talked of love you meant something else A war perhaps When you kissed my lips you tasted My flesh perhaps Got a third eye full of visions In my backpack there's a satellite dish You confused me with my father Had a memory Like a goldfish You kissed the lips of horses in your dreams But in life you want it sterile Including you and me I'm getting over you now If you'd leave me alone I'm sure I'd get home Just getting over you now But you keep fooling around When I talk of heaven You book holidays in Spain When I observe the sky is falling You dryly me it might rain When you tied me up I imagined Kate Moss perhaps And you imagined him too I'm getting over you now If you'd leave me alone I could almost get home Just getting over you now But you keep fooling around In this storm In this sea There is nothing that can save me In this storm In this sea There is nothing that can save me, save me Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na