I´ve cut off the curls
I shaved half my face
Became half the man you asked to replace.
I´m willing to save you
You said you´re worth saving

But half of my appetite´s lost half it´s craving
Stand in the mirror
That´s me beside you
The one with the smile, the one who abides you.
Don´t mind the madman
The killer, the lover
He´s 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 mountains?
I know that they´re somewhere around here by the garden.

You say that you´re happy
Well you should know better
I see that you´ve 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 you´d forsaken

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

Don´t fear I will save you
Don´t shout you´ll 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