Ghost Of A Lemon

[Verse 1] Cut it in quarters measure the mess Glass on the counter lab coat, desk pH strip tasting the test Tongue says “whoa” chart says “yes” Citric spiral carbon spine Every little angle plotted in a line We got graphs we can share, compare But the juice on my fingers is nowhere there [Chorus] Did we kill the lemon trying to define it? All I got left is a labeled silence We agree on the numbers we debate the soul Got a ghost of a lemon in a sterile bowl (Yeah) Did we catch the flavor or just make a map? Profile so pretty but it can’t bite back If I chew on the data I still stay hungry It dissolves on my tongue and it tastes like nothing [Verse 2] Hydrogen here oxygen there I can write the formula in chilled night air I can cite three papers like a prayer Still can’t pour sunshine from a graph to share We frame the fruit as a dataset Zoom so close ’til the rind forgets Was it ever sour on a chipped plate, noon? Or just little symbols on a bright-lit room? [Chorus] Did we kill the lemon trying to define it? All I got left is a labeled silence We agree on the numbers we debate the soul Got a ghost of a lemon in a sterile bowl (Oh) Did we catch the flavor or just make a map? Profile so precise but it can’t bite back If I chew on the data I still stay hungry It dissolves on my tongue and it tastes like nothing [Bridge] [Flute riff doubles the vocal melody, xylophone answers in short bursts] I want pulp I want mess Sticky wrist yellow flesh But I keep typing keep aligning Chasing meaning till it’s only signing [Chorus] Did we kill the lemon trying to define it? All I got left is a labeled silence We agree on the numbers we debate the soul Got a ghost of a lemon in a sterile bowl Did we catch the flavor or just make a map? Profile so clean but it can’t bite back If I chew on the data I still stay hungry It dissolves on my tongue and it tastes like nothing (nothing)