Lyric White Picket Fence

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 mountians?
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 mountians?
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