Lyrics Nostalgia in Lemonade - Avey Tare

Nostalgia in Lemonade

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 nose
My only lemonade
I’m driving in a snowy race
Your sunny dates I taste
Your couple with the 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