Tangerine

She wants to see the tangerine smile
The pulp of life, the drug in her eye
And the plastiscene climbing so high
The nose that bleeds the driest of white

Joining yourself
Wide awake
Burning this way

I'm taken by this fascination
I lived a lot, I slept in your face
She wants to be the fashion of now
The public life, the drug in her eye

Joining yourself
Wide awake
Burning this way
Joining yourself
Wide awake

The days would ramble on
Tripping all alone
In your silence
And days are better slow
While you're all alone
In your silence, silence

She wants to see the tangerine smile
The pulp of life, the drug in her eye
And the plastiscene climbing so high
The nose that bleeds the driest of white

Joining yourself
Wide awake
Burning this way
Joining yourself
Wide awake

The days would ramble on
Tripping all alone
In your silence
The days are better slow
Rumbling all alone
In your silence, silence

Days would ramble on
Tripping all alone
In your silence
The days are better slow
Rumbling all alone
In your silence, silence
Silence, silence
Silence, silence
Silence