The Hold Steady Citrus

13 March 2008
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Hey, Citrus, hey, Liquor—I love it when you touch each other. Hey, Whiskey, hey, Ginger—I come to you with rigid fingers. I see Judas in the hard eyes of the boys workin’ the corners. I feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers.



Hey, Barroom, hey, Tavern—I find hope in all the souls you gather. Hey, Citrus, hey, Liquor—I love it when we come together. I feel Jesus in the clumsiness of young and awkward lovers. I feel Judas in the long odds of the rackets on the corners. I feel Jesus in the tenderness, of honest, nervous lovers. I feel Judas in the pistols and the pagers that come with all the powders.



Lost in fog and love and faithless fear, I’ve had kisses that make Judas seem sincere.
Lost in fog and love and faithless fear, I’ve had kisses that make Judas seem sincere.
Lost in fog and love and faithless fear, I’ve had kisses that make Judas seem sincere.
Lost in fog and love and faithless fear, I’ve had kisses that make Judas seem sincere.