Citrus

Hey citrus, hey liquor, I love it when you touch each other Hey whiskey, hey ginger, I come to you with rigid fingers I see Judas in the hard eyes of the boys working the corners I feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers Hey barroom, hey tavern, I find hope in all the souls you gather Hey citrus, hey liquor, I love it when we come together I feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers I feel Judas in the long odds of the rackets on the corners I feel Jesus in the tenderness of honest, nervous lovers I feel Judas in the pistols and the pagers that come with all the powders [X4] Lost in fog and love and faithless fear I've had kisses that make Judas seem sincere