The Wicked Saint - lemon fields Lyrics

Hazel-crimson eyes
So infatuated by your smile
Take me by surprise
Handsome like it's going out of style
Close my eyes
Your callus-covered hands run through my hair
Brand new highs
Start the car and take me anywhere
Take me down to the lemon fields you know
A little place to call our own
Sweeter than a clementine
Mesmerized and losing track of time
In lemon fields
Cheeks turn cherry-red
Your affection knocks me on the ground
Take me back to bed
But even then you never stick around
Wonder why
My looks alone no longer draw your eyes
Run me dry
Will the tension turn to severed ties?
Woah
Going back to the lemon fields we know
A little place to call our own
Sweeter than a clementine
Mesmerized and losing track of time
In lemon fields
Even in the moment
Why are you so far away?
It's been weighing on my mind
All those little promises you know you leave behind
With the future so unclear
I'm scared to live alone without you here
My dear
So I go back to the lemon fields we know
Even though you'll never show
Bitter as a clementine
Tethered by this little love of mine
In lemon fields
Oh, in lemon fields