Lemon Songtext
von Local Natives

Sour lemon eyes
Staring down the daylight
And the L.A. River makes you laugh
You say, "Why′s a gutter got a name like that?"

You're towelin′ up your wet hair, I hear your coffee grind
The credits rollin' on last night's late night
We′re always somewhere between leaving and arrived
I just wanna be here at the same time


Slouching when you walk
Just like Hillhurst palms
A penny and a lotto ticket to scratch
You win enough to keep you coming back

A cross above the freeway, holy neon light
Everybody crawling for their lives
You′re watching your reflection in a TV turned off
How long you gonna pay more than it costs?

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Lemon eyes trying to let the light in (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Lemon eyes, all our streets are violet (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Sour lemon eyes trying to let the light in (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Lemon eyes, all our streets are violet (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)