Daisyhead

looks like you've given it all away
it fell to pieces one month of may
falling right out of crystal skies

to a strangely scenic bad place to lie
and if I stand on you. I can see the sea.

take it from me. That it's raining on you.

Now there are daisies growing in your head
the only flowers to have found a bed
where only stones you'd expect to find
inside that scenic but dated mind

take it from me. That it's raining on you.

tell me baby did you dream such impossible dreams
tell the world now why you're better off covered in green
you can't get up. You won't come back again. It's just poor you.
(seeing things)

Great friens now. Sincerity on the line.
so save me, put your divinity on the line.

take it from me. That it's raining on you.

tell me baby how the world fell apart at its seams
tell the world now why you're better off covered in green
you won't get up you can't come back again
it's a picturesque but lonely little place where you're lying now
it's past the time for you, you can't hear the crying now
but what the hell's new except the daisies that grow in you
in your daisy head

goes around, round, round, no don't get up
stuck half way to eternity and a buttercup
you might come back and haunt me
might give the word
before the line from here to gone gets blurred.