Daisies in the chain
Woven in your hair that falls into
I could lay down on green swedish moss
Wherever my bed
I hear you america snoring
I hear you america snoring
Did ya
I put an APB on you tonight, searchlights citywide
I flash
You call me from your armchair with no will to
Maybe the rain's holding off
Surely it knows we're down here
Walking
There was a light blue as a welder's torch
It used
Soon we'll count the rings inside all one by one
Wondering
Lord almighty I feel my temperature rising
Higher and higher must
Well it may be hard to swallow
It may come as
A storm it was blowin' in
Twister was about to spin
Whittled me down 'til I was kindling for the fire
'cause
Music of a southern day and the nectar of brass
Spilling
Wind sure kicked up in the last hour or so
Just
Hey, I'm a gentleman
But I can take it 'bout as
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