The Q-Tip Bandits
Daisy
Blood stains and broken hearts
Beneath your porcelain tiles
Profane and pretty thoughts
Behind your smile

Ancient scrolls from a holy ghost
With old cheat codes to the other side
An antidote for the teething soul
In a pauper's prose from another life
When dirty suburban snow was a damn cold place to hide

Daisy
Could you point me toward the sun
Daisy
No you’re not the only one with…

Post-it notes from a friend turned foe
With anecdotes of faux divine
And a lethal dose of youthful hope
To shape your space like a pantomime
When dirty suburban snow was a damn cold place to hide

Daisy
Could you point me toward the sun
Daisy
No you’re not the only one with…
Blood stains and broken hearts
Beneath your porcelain tiles
Profane and pretty thoughts
Behind your smile
Blood stains and broken hearts
Beneath your porcelain tiles
Profane and pretty thoughts
Behind your smile

Blood stains and broken hearts
(Daisy)
Beneath your porcelain tiles
(Could you point me towards the sun)
Profane and pretty thoughts
(Daisy)
Behind your smile
(No you’re not the only one)

Blood stains and broken hearts
(Daisy)
Beneath your porcelain tiles
(Could you point me towards the sun)
Profane and pretty thoughts
(Daisy)
Behind your smile
(No you’re not the only one)