Citrus

hey citrus, hey liquor

i love it when you touch each other

hey whiskey, hey ginger

i come to you with rigid fingers

i see Judas in the hard eyes

of the boys who worked in the corners

i feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers



hey bar roommate tavern

i find hope in all the souls you gather

hey citrus, hey liquor

i love it when we come together

i feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers

I feel Judas in the long odds of the rackets on the corners

I feel jesus in the tenements of honest, nervous lovers

I feel Judas in the pistols and the pagers that come with all the powders



lost in fog and love and faith was fear

and I've had kisses that make Judas seem sincere

lost in fog and love and faith was fear

I've had kisses that make Judas seem sincere