Ive cut off the curls
I shaved half my face
Became half the man you asked to replace.
Im willing to save you
You said youre worth saving
But half of my appetites lost half its craving
Stand in the mirror
Thats me beside you
The one with the smile the one who abides you.
Dont mind the madman
The killer the lover
Hes slowly fading one into the other.

Where is that white picket fence
That I painted myself in the late days of April?
Where are the daffodil mountians?
I know that theyre somewhere around here by the garden.

You say that youre happy
Well you should know better
I see that youve sewn up that rip in your sweater
That some lover tore off you
That left you both shaking
That bled deep inside you the wound youd forsaken

Where is that white picket fence
That I painted myself in the late days of April?
Where are the daffodil mountians?
I know that theyre somewhere around here by the garden.

Dont fear I will save you
Dont shout youll awaken
The corpse in the desert staked out beside you
I cut off his wing
And shaved half his face
But I thought that I saw his eyes...move