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