Pocketful of Lemons James

I've got a pocketful of lemons
And an aphrodisiac pack
Got a mind set on confusion
And I'm never, ever coming back

When you talked of love you meant something else
A war perhaps
When you kissed my lips you tasted
My flesh perhaps

Got a third eye full of visions
In my backpack there's a satellite dish
You confused me with my father
Had a memory
Like a goldfish
You kissed the lips of horses in your dreams
But in life you want it sterile
Including you and me

I'm getting over you now
If you'd leave me alone
I'm sure I'd get home
Just getting over you now
But you keep fooling around

When I talk of heaven
You book holidays in Spain
When I observe the sky is falling
You dryly me it might rain