(Ambiental sounds) 00:27 verse 1 A sweetheart drinking lemonade In absence of the shade It tingles spines like buried pines A sweat-line on parade On a blanket made with patches that describe the zodiac With a Norman Rockwell smile and some flarey summer flats In a court where rubber balls bounce high above the baseball hats I am running from my notes My only lemonade verse 2 I'm driving in a snowy race Your sunny dates I chased Your couple with some twisted straws There's gonna be some spills And the ice that you chase after is the last thing in the glass And the ritual of longing for a thing that doesn't last Now I'm losing all my focus when my soul goes in the grass I am one too many close My only lemonade My only lemonade My only lemonade My only lemonade Lemonade Lemonade Lemonade