Tactilian

What's on my mind in the evening?
Tangerines in their skins
Taking their time to be eaten
So cold, so cold
Smoke in my lantern
What's on my mind when the light's out?
I don't think you wanna know

Think I'm a bit sick of holding on

A terrible time to be thinking
Think I'd rather undress
Feel the flesh in my fingers
Let it go, let it go, let it pass
Smoke in my lantern
What's on my mind when the light's out?
I don't think you wanna know

Think I'm a bit sick of holding on

Then I open the door
And I know
I'm not gonna be back for a while