An afternoon stroll back to the car
We talked for hours an inch apart
A bag on your back
Trees overhead
I reached for a lemon hanging over the fence
And i gave it to you
The sun streaked clouds and the smell of citrus
Follow you when you left
Eyes, skin, lips, cheeks
We are just these human masks
There was a boy stuck in his head
He was not yet alive and not quite dead
When he awoke beside the bed
Was a dream world that he left
Eyes, skin, lips, cheeks
We are just these human masks
Human, human, human masks