Robyn Hitchcock - As Lemons Chop lyrics

As lemons chop, as houses change As chance remarks grow strange As feet grow out like fruit on legs As consciousness just begs As choirs howl, as horses sag As cigarettes won't drag As hairstyles grow on trees in time As ministers are slime As whistles blow, as ceilings bend As broken hearts don't mend As ashtrays fall into your lap As everyone's on maps As summer fades, as winter grins As you are eating pins As mummies walk down empty roads As time and life explode So I'm without your body heat Your warmth or your internal streak I want you so bad, I could k** this moment Just to be next to you