Lime Tree - Mwahaha

I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes

Since the operation I heard you’re breathing just for one

Now everything is imaginary, especially what you love

You left another message, said it’s done

It’s done

When I hear beautiful music it’s always from another time

Old friends I never visit, I remember what they’re like

Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies

Waiting to be asked to come inside

Just come inside

But I keep going out

I can’t sleep next to a stranger when I’m coming down

It’s 8 a.m., my heart is beating too loud

Too loud

Don’t be so amazing or I’ll miss you too much

I felt something that I had never touched

Everything gets smaller now the further that I go

Towards the mouth and the reunion of the known and the unknown

Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home

You can move mountains with your misery if you don’t

If you don’t

It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two

Under the leaves of that old lime tree I stood examining the fruit

Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth

There will never be a time more opportune

So I just won’t be late

The window

Closes, shock rolls over in a tidal wave

And all the color drains out of the frame

So pleased with a daydream that now living is no good

I took off my shoes and walked into the woods

I felt lost and found with every step I took