The falling fruits from all my labour
Plummet over me
To form a noxious scene
Beneath the lemon trees
The taste is bitter sweet
Beneath the lemon trees
What's lying underneath?
We drown ourselves in confidence
As we strive pot valiancy
Whoever sows the seeds?
Beneath the lemon trees
As life's traditions pour over me
Beneath the lemon trees
Our life is bittersweet
We'll share our nations consciousness
And just drown our thoughts to sleep
Beneath the lemontrees
We're swirling out of reach
The bitterness is sweet
Until we're underneath
And if I should fall amongst its leaves
Viridescent turns grenadine
And I can finally plant my final seed
Still life's complexions crawl over me
As bad traditions pour over me
Why don't they ever stop and start to think?
Why don't they ever stop? Why don't they ever?
Why don't they ever stop? Why don't they ever?
So all the trees will fall
And all its leaves will fall
And all the seeds will stop opening
Why don't they ever?
When all the fruit from all my labour
Plummets suddenly
To form the closing scene
Beneath the lemon trees
The taste is bittersweet
Beneath the lemon trees
We're lying underneath
We'll share our nation's consciousness
And just drown our thoughts to sleep
And dance away the dreams, the dreams, the dreams, the dreams, the dreams
Beneath the lemon trees
Beneath the lemon trees
Beneath the lemon trees
Beneath the lemon trees
We'll share our nation's consciousness
And just drown our thoughts to sleep
And dance away the dreams, the dreams, the dreams, the dreams, the dreams
