Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

Wake up the dying
Don't wake up the dead
Change what you're saying
Don't change what you said
Now that it's time that
I go out of bed

When I walk myself
Down Sycamore street
The sun beats down
No shoes on my feet
And I stumble on
A daisy through concrete

Pink and brown babies
In pink stroller cars
Know that it's good
They don't care where they are
They know that home
Doesn't feel very far

When I walk myself
Down Sycamore street
The sun beats down
No shoes on my feet
And I stumble on
A daisy through concrete

Airplane is flying up in the sky
Making a pattern
With the white lines
Looks like a heart
Or maybe a pie