Lime Tree

I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes Since the operation I heard you're breathing just for one Now everything is imaginary, especially what you love You left another message, said it's done It's done When I hear beautiful music it's always from another time Old friends I never visit, I remember what they're like Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies Waiting to be asked to come inside Just come inside But I keep going out I can't sleep next to a stranger when I'm coming down It's 8 a.m., my heart is beating too loud Too loud Don't be so amazing or I'll miss you too much I felt something that I had never touched Everything gets smaller now the further that I go Towards the mouth and the reunion of the known and the unknown Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home You can move mountains with your misery if you don't If you don't It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two Under the leaves of that old lime tree I stood examining the fruit Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth There will never be a time more opportune So I just won't be late The window Closes, shocks roll over in a tidal wave And all the color drains out of the frame So pleased with a daydream that now living is no good I took off my shoes and walked into the woods I felt lost and found with every step I took