When the tide creeps in an inch too much

When slow sloths begins to rush

When the ferris wheel does not spin

When all love wears terribly thin

The lemons will fall

From a tree so tall

After they rot

We’ll abandon the lot

Our energy will fade

The blankets we shared

Will be carefully made

Abanded, no longer cared

Overcompensate my needs

So I’ll last for a while

Plant one or two seeds

So I’ll learn to smile

And maybe in the end

The tree will grow

The lemons will sprout

And the sun will glow.