Lyrics Tangerine (Eternity Redux) - Mons Vi

I come by crawling on your lake in frozen candlelight
Three palm trees bending low to catch my kite
I see your hands flash pink and blue like a thrift store neon sign
You carve in your desires with your knife

Carrying my only gold mine
And a thought control machine.
Your casualty is in the corner
As I peel your tangerine.

I button up my peacock fan and climb in the back seat
Of your diamond studded mortuary jeep.
The wheelchair looks back at your legs and taps its leather teeth
As you place your yellow flower between your knees.

Building bridges made of cardboard
Like a surgeon at your feet.
Lost in red carpet congestion
As I peel your tangerine.