These trees dissolve into fields of oranges And the sun is not embarassed to make me sweat As I walk these orchards to pick rotten fruit So that my tongue can taste something familiar It says it sees a fountain of rememberance Where we'd wash our faces cleand And no we never took a towel to those days Were our parents covered in dirt No we just filled it into cups So that we may pass to hand and hand And we devour ourselves once again Well I meet my laughter just yesterday And these chemicals and liquor help My self structure so that we would Drink and drink and drink and drink And it threw up our words in hyserical laughter That when we spke our stomachs became untied Into French knots so we would just be gasping For air while tears suddenly poured with joy That it made me stand and collide by your wall So that I may Shake this house with our love