Tangerine from Soho Pop by Mendenhall

Tangerine

He really sobbing
In a bed of stars
While he's stomping
Down the bulevard

Like an angel
With his folded wings
And tear-stained dreams

I can see your tears
Fall down like petals
Flittering
Away amoungst
The bitter winds
Of seasons growing cold

Tangerine
Tangerine
I'm beside myself
I'd do anything at all for you
Tangerine

He's barely crawling
In a mystic trance
While he's falling
Into circumstance

Like a pharoh
With his golden rooms
Locked deep
Within a tomb

I can see the fears
Behind the painted
Smile you wear
To hide the pain
And salve the bitter sting
Of growing old

Tangerine
Tangerine
I'm beside myself
I'd do anything at all for you
Tangerine

© 1998 John Mendenhall

• Acoustic Pop Rock
• Pop
• Vancouver