Bedbound by Summer - Citrus Split in Dirty Fingers Lyrics

Citrus split in dirty fingers
Tram stop, late night, distant singers
Tea-stained paper for tourist information
And then on to Lebanon

I've been wondering whether an hour in is ever too soon to be going home
You're trying to put the fear of God in me
But really I want to leave

Your bookshelf of bibles, scriptures, psalms
Justify the storms that followed the calm
Let's disagree, let's place the blame
It's clear that we don't feel the same way
(If anything at all...)

I've been wondering whether an hour in is ever too soon to be going home
You're trying to put the fear of God in me
But really I want to leave

(I don't know what I came here to find but a segment of pomelo as a parting gift isn't exactly what I had in mind)