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