White Picket Fence

I 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 its craving

Stand in the mirror

Well, that's me beside you

The one with the smile

The one who abides you

Now, don't mind the mad man

The killer, the lover

Well, he's slowly fading one into the other

And 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 shaken

That bled deep inside you

The wound you'd forsaken

And 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