I gulped every red-feared wine,
even though I lost in the grape mountain
To where I would only console within my sorrow
I want to be citric, lemon
I want to be crying dust, tomorrow
If I wish love cut through, like a B-B gun.
And they were welcomed, to the girl of yesterday.
I know it's a powerful friend's wish,
If only I could have watched her love roll in bed
I want to be citric, lemon
I want to be crying dust, tomorrow
If I wish love cut through