As Lemons Chop - Robyn Hitchcock

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 kill this moment

Just to be next to you