White lemon days

Blue colored lines on your face

Devil in your best

Settling like death to the pain

Now loosening your grip

Feel the wheel slip from your hands

Walking the devil's dog

And carrying his groceries



I fell on black days

Fell on black days

How would I know that this would be my fate

White lemon days



Love steal the schemes

Drive around like spaceships on bald tires

Burn the mother's milk

So another fog is in line

Now getting the devil's kiss

And wipe the mothers kiss from my face

Keep a stiff upper lip

Spitting on my past to the pain



I fell on black days

Fell on black days

How would I know that this would be my fate

How would I know that this would be my fate

I fell on black days

I fell on black days

White lemon days