Tangerine Lyrics

Hold my candle of pachouly, in my mind I feel the Jones

I can smell it rose and water, I guess it's time to roll

the bones

Life ain't always black and white, kaleidoscopes are

coloring my way

Fading pictures of wrong and right, my signature is

written with your sage



Can you tell me what it means

Searching for my tangerine

I can't fine my tangerine



Holy water bag of mojo, cross my fingers say a prayer

Burn the incense kissing sunshine, tie a feather in your

hair

It can't be what it wants to be, I close my eyes and see

right through the end

I hear the words screaming in my head, the melody is

flowing from my pen



Can you tell me what it means

Searching for my tangerine

It's almost never heard or seen

I can't find my tangerine