"Frozen Oranges" lyrics

"Frozen Oranges"

Fix my breakfast of flavored ice
Sit outside in the sun with the houseflies
I could concentrate in a place like this
In Indiana

Can I borrow your bike for a while?
I need to get some things off my mind
I think I'll tool around along the river till I'm lost

There's frozen oranges in the trees in Indiana, in Indiana
And crystal apples in the creeks, in Indiana, in Indiana

Put the powder in a metal water bottle
We're going swimming in, in a limestone quarry
It's Saturday! It's Saturday!

There's frozen oranges in the trees in Indiana, in Indiana
And crystal apples in the creeks, in Indiana, in Indiana

Catch a beetle in my teeth
And put it in an envelope, and bring it to you
It's not really an animal
You need to receive something beautiful
That you can feel sorry for
Anything other than yourself, that's what I tell myself
Put it on a string and take it to a festival, I don't know

Maybe we should find the place where O'Hara died
Maybe we can get inside
Bet you anything he had some secrets
Bet you anything he kept 'em in the fridge
Maybe we should go to church or the hospital
Maybe we should stop and talk to the cops a little
Wouldn't be a bad idea for them to know my face

Frozen oranges in the trees in Indiana, in Indiana
And crystal apples in the creeks, in Indiana, in Indiana

Put the powder in a metal water bottle
We're going swimming in, in a limestone quarry
It's Saturday! It's Saturday!

Put the powder in a metal water bottle
We're going swimming in, in a limestone quarry
It's Saturday! It's Saturday!


Writer(s): Sean O'Brien, Matthew D. Berninger
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